|From: Veronica |
|Date: 6/3/14 2:07 pm|
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 ...
Not that I have anything against Australians.
Never have. (Well, Edna Everage did start to 'grate' ... after a
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.