One of the failings of the European Union is in its attempt to convince us that we are all the same, just human beings. We are not â and nothing divides us more than our sense of humour or choice of gossip.
The German newspapers are staid, economics-based worthy journals, with the occasional flash of unintentional humour as displayed when they demonstrated the downturn of the economy in Berlin with an article telling of the decision by an unfortunately named Berlin brothel to offer an all inclusive buffet as part of the entry fee to encourage the poor in their doorâ¦. my subsequent article, âThe All You Can Eat âPussy Clubââ¦remains my most read article. I have a reader in Kazakhstan who logs on daily; he probably intends to read other things, but somehow he never gets around to it. The Kazakhstan Procrastubator, I call him.
The English have a bottomless (sic) consumption for tales of shagging footballers. Ryan âad âis sister-in-law, oh yes he did. She âad âis brother, as she was entitled too, âis bruv wanted to âave her Mum. Rumours of childhood high jinks involving Daddies and Doctors have yet to appear â but they will. Keep it in the family folks, now she (Who? Which? Me name her? On yer bike) may or may not be pregnant, and we will disappear under a welter weight of uberinjunctions whereby the child, if there is one, may not call itself anyoneâs child for fear of being in contempt of court.
The Irish are not that interested. They prefer a diet of balaclavas, gun stashes, stunned security guards, and the smell of cordite in their papers. If you want to sell a newspaper in Ireland, you need a good bank robber. Stick your scanty panties. Page 3 needs a cauliflower ear and a stocking over its head.
Thus it was that the Irish Daily Star Sunday set forth with what they thought was a copper-bottomed tale to delight their readers. They alighted on two prolific non-conventionally employed, though heart-warmingly productive, individuals; stuck up a photograph of them next to an ATM machine â having thoughtfully pixellated their faces â and called them âthe most dangerous criminal gang operating in Dublinâs underworldâ. It referred to them as âFat Headsâ.
Now, your first reaction might be that this was glorification of criminality, and as such, being referred to as âthe most dangerous gangâ would have delighted the pair, recognition of their hard won battle climbing the greasy pole of bank robbing career advancement. Not a bit of it. They were furious. They sued for defamation.
Surely the âFat Headâ jibe was not the problem?
Not at all, in fact they advanced evidence that they had been known as the âFat Headsâ since childhood. Wasnât that how someone who had known them since childhood was able to figure out that it was they who were being referred to when the newspaper came on sale âafter Massâ? â and werenât they subjected to ridicule and derision in âFinglas marketâ when the full article was read out to the assembled duly âabsolutedâ crowd?
No, what they really objected to was being pointed out as ATM robbers. There was no recognition whatsoever of their years spent hi-jacking armoured cars, pointing guns at anyone in their way â they were being bracketed in with common or garden navvies who used their JCBs to dig ATMs out of bank frontages. It was definitely defamation.
They could afford a libel trial, they were believed to have amassed Â£4 million, and justice is for everyone isnât it? Hmmn?
This case has been wandering round the lower courts in Ireland since 2004; in the meantime the Irish Daily Star Sunday has gone bust. That hasnât deterred the outraged brothers, nor their expensive legal team.
Eventually after much legal argument they lost the battle â but not the war.
They forced the case through to the Supreme Court in London. The criminal underworld in Dublin may be part and parcel of the movement that detests, abhors, and doesnât even recognise the British government, but when youâve been defamed â a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do.
The Supreme Court, after much deep thought, has just ruled that they shouldnât have lost that battle, the trial judge made mistakes, the brothers Bradley will get another chance to sue the defunct newspaper for Libel.
Those of a legal bent will enjoy the full transcript â magical stuff.