Subject: Australians
From: Veronica
Date: 6/3/14 2:07 pm
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My friend Dave is on a roll about Rolf Harris:

As Dave says of the top … the Comments are very ‘interesting’.

And they are. Showing how many people are prepared to make all kinds of excuses to create “doubt”. (Thankfully a lady called Karen joins the fray, and points out the bollox in all the “excuses”).

My own view of Rolf Harris was – right from the start – I wished he would go back to Australia, and fucking stay there.

I don’t really know why.

I suppose it really came down to a feeling of “Why we should be pestered with this prat … after all we have quite enough of our own, don't we? Do we have so few of these idiots ... that we need to import them?

Or … something along those lines.

And it looks as though this particular "idiot" has turned out to be a "complete arsehole".

I know he was very good at slinging paint against a wall, and making it "look like something".

I just wish he had used Australian walls ... that's all.

Not that I have anything against Australians. Never have. (Well, Edna Everage did start to 'grate' ... after a while ...)

I worked with a couple in the early 1970s. It would have been about 1973. I remember sitting in the office – at my desk – when one (I think it was Alan) was staring out the window … into the sky … towards Heathrow Airport (about a mile away).

And he suddenly said: “Hey! R’yoo inner-wristed in jit viper try-als?

On the assumption that he was asking me “If I was interested in jet vapour trails?”, I looked up and said: “Errr … not really, Alan” … and carried on debugging software.

I often wonder if he was trying to point me to a 1973 Chemtrail. I’ll never know, of course.