Its that old ‘judging books by covers’ thing all over again. Rolph Harris is arrested for alleged crimes and I thought, ‘no way’, not Rolph, he’s a nice guy who would never abuse his didgereedoo, nor anyone else’s. His only real crime was ‘Two Little Boys’ and if you could be punished for awful songs then Abba would be serving life sentences and Gary Glitter would have been hanged. Which he should be anyway, but that’s for other crimes. See how complicated the law is?

But Max Clifford. The moment his name was mentioned along with ‘sex offences’ I though ‘good’ and ‘he’s guilty as fuck’. Even though that’s probably the most inappropriately appropriate way of expressing myself. See how complicated English language is?

Max Clifford is a fucking pig. I think that makes my feelings pretty well known. When he was accused I ‘knew’ he was guilty. When he was in court he acted like an arrogant piece of shit, and now he’s been sentenced for 8 years (though if he’s only going to serve 4 of them why not just call it ‘4 years’?) there is no-one that has any sympathy for him. Because he’s a horrible man who has consistently ‘served’ his clients, and himself, with a complete lack of any sympathy or empathy for those on the other end of his ‘work’. So he annihilates characters, he assassinates reputations, he ruins marriages, careers and even footballers. Without a thought nor a care other than how much shit he can spread and how much money his ‘kiss’n’tells’ can produce for him and his accomplices. He is bottom-feeding scum and now, a rapist and sex offender. Which oddly, raises his standing as a human from its former position. May he rot in jail.

The royal princes, not little Georgy Porgy, but Harry and Wills, are in Memphis Tennessee for the weekend. I thought, ahhh, must be an international convention of in-bred people; mid-westerners, European royals, people from Norfolk, all gathered together to compare extra toes and hare-lips. But no, the princes’ mate is marrying a Southern Belle. Elizabeth Wilson is just that, gorgeous babe. And an heiress too, to a billion dollar inheritance (once she kills off a few pesky relatives and siblings). Oddly though, for a fortune made in The South, this one is NOT made from moonshine or even the slave trade. That’s a shock. Her grand-daddy invented the Holiday Inn. Wow. Without him hotels would never have evolved into the crammage of as many tiny box-like rooms as you can squeeze into one small space. We’d have to suffer proper rooms and hallways and stuff; would be awful.

Like at the Dorchester. One of London’s finest hotels. No little boxes there, no sirree. Fucking great suites that sleep the Sheikh of wherever, most of his wives, half his children and several servants, eunuchs and still room for a camel or two. Its a wonderful hotel, with London’s biggest ballroom, in case you wondered. But all is not well in that part of Park Lane. Because the Dorchester is part of a group owned by the Sultan of Brunei. One of the world’s richest moustaches. Who has now changed the law in his native Brunei imposing full sharia rules. Including stoning to death of homosexuals, outlawing the preaching of any religion other than Islam, flogging women who have abortions (but it doesn’t say for how much), chopping off hands and feet for pretty much anything, the usual shtick. So gay people are boycotting the Dorchester. Quite rightly so. And for what its worth, I’m going to boycott it too. Well, I won’t be staying there this weekend at all. That’ll show that poxy Sultan of Brunei, hit him right where it hurts; in his moustache.

Its not a perfect world, just a rather nice sunny one today,

Happy saturday

A xxxx