The Primrose Hill (and a few selected postcodes East and West) mob have been out in force the past few days. It is a curious view of life, politics and economics that they hold, but libel law being what it is, courtesy of Mr Justice Eady, the papers are only too happy to report their press agent’s mutterings in favour of serious investigative reporting.
We more usually hear of their advocacy for the buggery of young adult males, but a few selected specimens have been delegated to speak up for the brutal and drugged buggery of young girls now that the Swiss authorities have finally stopped Roman Polanski’s pan-European tour of adulation and ‘art’ film making. Gracious, will the Cannes film festival ever be the same without the chance of brushing up against this wizened creature who has spent the past 30 years being cheered on as he evaded an ‘American system of justice that had run amok’ – this being the American system of justice that assorted luvvies have equally cheered on in its attempts to cull the paedophiles amongst its population. Consistency isn’t a luvvie’s strong point, and now various stellar stars of the film world are claiming that it is ‘inadmissable’ for an artist of Polanski’s ’stature’ to be arrested for what he did. I realise that you are supposed to suffer for your art – but is it really necessary for a 13 year girl to suffer alongside you?
Undaunted, the luvvie’s have donned their ripped designer jeans, hand-knitted floor dragging scarves, and Armani muscle enhancing Lycra t-shirts, and stand united in their condemnation of the ‘appalling’ cuts in the living standards of asylum seekers. From last week, Asylum seekers will only receive a free furnished flat, satellite television in the language of their choice, free electricity, free gas, free mobile telephone, free health care, free education for their children, free language tuition, a plethora of charities devoted to their cause, and £35.13 a week to spend on whatever they choose. This is patently unacceptable in a civilised nation, and such luminaries as Ken Loach, Juliet Stevenson, Miriam Margoyles have protested in no uncertain terms to Phil Woolas, the Home Office Minister, that for it they will not stand. No Siree!
Phil Woolas’ bleating that it is because of ‘budgetary constraints’ – otherwise known as ‘the taxpayer can’t afford any more’, were smartly shot down in a hail of quotes from various UN conventions proving beyond doubt that Woolas is complicit in unacceptable torture of the financial kind that is the equivalent of the French riot police clearing the Calais camps in its brutality.
Fearful that they might be successful in their bid to increase the burden on the UK taxpayer, and thus be hoist on the petard of their own campaigning, ala Mr Polanski, several luvvies, notably Tracey Emin, announced at the week-end that they would be fleeing these shores to the more liberal – for your sensitive cultural artiste – tax haven of France. The thespians still ooze commpassion but they don’t want to be caught paying for the largesse they demand.