Personal Life
Richardson married her longtime partner, Glasgow restaurateur Colin MacDougall, on 22 March 2005 in a small private ceremony in Glasgow attended by close family and friends. Prior to the wedding, she had her ears pierced for the very first time especially to be able to wear a pair of antique diamond earrings that originally belonged to her adoptive grandmother, and that her adoptive mother had worn on her wedding day.
| “ | When it came to the 'something borrowed', Mum said that, if I had pierced ears, she'd be only too happy to lend me the antique earrings she'd worn on her wedding day. Some of my friends had been on at me for a while to get them done, and so when Mum said about lending me her earrings for the wedding, I thought 'OK, why not?' and had them done that weekend. | ” |
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—Anna Ryder Richardson, News of the World Sunday, 17 April 2005 |
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Richardson, her husband and their two daughters, Bibi-Belle (born 2002) and Dixie-Dot (born 2003), currently live in St. Florence, Pembrokeshire, having relocated from Glasgow. In January 2001, following a number of miscarriages, she gave birth prematurely to a son, nicknamed 'Bean', who only lived for 74 minutes. Her second daughter, Dixie-Dot, was born several weeks prematurely, weighing just 3 lbs 3ozs. She has stated she wants to adopt a Chinese baby and that people should do this rather than get pets or buy Ferraris.
She is sometimes mistakenly linked with a lawsuit involving Arnold Schwarzenegger. The presenter involved was in fact Anna Richardson of movie review show Big Screen.
In 1992 Richardson came under fire for alleged cruelty to a disabled puppy (source: BBC Look North).
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