Other than a couple of days last week, I have been in hospital for the past three weeks. First Sepsis, then the effects of the attempts to cure me of that. I am now the original Christmas Turkey –
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Waiting for Goddard – Part 263.
The indefatigable Sean O’ Neill Times £ has elicited the information that New Zealander Dame Lowell Goddard, hired to investigate British failure to investigate sexual abuse in British institutions, has so far this year spent
Cliff Top Caution.
‘My Generation’ – its virtually impossible to hear those words without acquiring an earworm that taunts you all day with a stuttering echo:
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
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The Slater and Gordon, ‘False Allegations’ Popcorn Show.
Around midnight last night, Ms Raccoon’s e-mail pinged with an exceptional morsel from Tom Winnifrith, the experienced and multi-talented financial journalist who was responsible for uncovering the frauds that lay at the heart of Rob Terry’s empire. That
Continue reading →The Dame Janet Smith Review.
The BBC was off to a cracking start this morning – commencing with the ceremonial hurling of the sacrificial spent carcass of yet another DJ from the top of BBC Towers to the waiting mob below – Tony Blackburn.
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‘Saint’ Bernard Hogan-Howe safe – but is he a ‘Pussyfoot’?
I have always been of the opinion that the age of ‘Savilisation’, a term I invented and now proudly watch as it propagates through the media, was a perfect storm of tensions between the media, the
Continue reading →The Ring Cycle
Back in the 1980s, I was an avid reader of the music press, and my favourite weekly was ‘Melody Maker’. Within a few months of purchasing my first issue, I became familiar with the different writers on
Continue reading →The BBC on the naughty step.
I’ve been taking a look at the Foxes that John Wittingdale has chosen to put in charge of the British Broadcasting Henhouse, otherwise known as the BBC. Rather more dogs than vixens, as it happens, so lets take
Continue reading →An Open Letter to Max Hastings.
I wish I could admire you more. I admire your writing; I remember you as a reporter on 24 Hours – but I struggle when I try to admire you as a person.
It’s the way
Continue reading →Innocent until Proven Dead; and the secrets you will never know.
In this age of Internet trial, the dead are truly Damned. The slurping sound you can hear on the cyber waves is the sound of a thousand career conspiracy theorists licking their lips at the thought of
Continue reading →Duncroft – the Finale. Part One.
One minute I had so many plates spinning in the air I didn’t know which way to turn and began to doubt my ability to keep them all airborne – and the next? Why, if they didn’t all
Continue reading →The Child Abuse Band-waggon Slips Over the Cliff….
The slur-mongers – I refuse to dignify them with the term ‘moral entrepreneurs’ – who base their business model on peddling tit-bits of salacious gossip to the post-Leveson media are coming under increased scrutiny today following the universal disquiet
Continue reading →Cliff Hanging.
The Internet mob have claimed another scalp. A woman who chose to run a brothel told a man involved in money laundering that one of her customers used to sign into the brothel as ‘Cliff Richard’. Naturally coming from
Continue reading →An Unsung Hero.
Lucy Faithful was a social worker. A no nonsense, old fashioned, put-the-children-first, social worker. Not one of your idealogical got-to-have-this-Saturday-off because I’m protesting about the ‘bedroom tax’ brigade.
She was so good
Continue reading →Was Blackmail the Reason the BBC Capitulated?
Alice, the daughter of a tobacconist, has been dating Frank, a young up and coming detective at Scotland Yard. After successfully ditching Frank one evening on a date, Alice instead meets up with a young male Continue reading →Rigging the Deck or Kebabing Keir?
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I’m not sure if the departure of a Baroness from the crap table of UK Jurisprudence the other day was expected or not. Given my own recent mutterings about the happenstance of a judge asked to
One day 'An eminent Lord' – and the next – 'A Child Sex Apologist'
Hurry up! The Bandwagons moving off again!
My, oh, my – the Conspiri-loons are fair drumming their heels in the Twitter aisles this morning. Monstrous tantrums. So near the sweetie counter – and yet so far!
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Abuse of NHS Resources -The Yewtree Allegations (continued).
Another day, and more examples of where the NHS budget has gone to. Queen Victoria Hospital, East Grinstead. 17 page report by the Director of Nursing and Quality.Operation Yewtree recorded an allegation that Savile
Continue reading →Busted! -The NSPCC and That Rolf Harris Video.
Kids can say ‘No’!
Who’d have believed it? Have you, as a figure of authority – parent, teacher, relative – ever heard of a child saying ‘No’? When you want them to go to bed,
Continue reading →Mortuary Mendacity – The Yewtree Allegations (continued!)
Another day, and the claims grow ever wilder; now permeating even those parts of the media – like The Times – that you might have relied upon in the past to check their sources and report actual facts. But
Continue reading →Eyeball Eyewash! – The Yewtree Allegations.
The mighty media have spoken, Savile, the country’s favourite cartoon predatory paedophile is in the dock once more. The Daily Mirror reporting:
“Jimmy Savile had sex with dead bodies
Continue reading →Victimising the Victimisers.
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It was all odd. Very odd. Max Clifford was never a BBC man, but rather was always employed by what the BBC would sneeringly have referred to as “the Murdoch Press”. In a bizarre collision of
Not Even Whispered It Softly?
“Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence”. Leonardo da Vinci.
Post-Leveson, the Dead Tree Press has been keen to show that, unregulated, they can expose much wrong doing in our world that could protect
Continue reading →Filthy Lucre and Prurience.
After the idea of anyone under the age of 18 engaging in any form of sex, nothing excites the British quite so much as the idea of paying for sex. Paying with money that is. We have never
Continue reading →Paedo-Ring-a-Roses.
The Sunday Express has disinterred Mike Hames this morning – the ex-head of the old ‘Obscene Publication Squad’ before it became the keyword friendly and up-to-the-minute ‘Paedophile Information Section’.
They brought him out of retirement to
Continue reading →Marbles or No Marbles?
A quick perusal of the Sunday Times this morning has sent Ms Raccoon’s brains scrambling off in hot pursuit of another weird saga in her chequered past.
Basil Wainwright! I struggled to even retrieve
Continue reading →Left Foot in the Circle…
One of the more curious aspects of the silence maintained by the vociferous voices we now hear shouting about Governmental inactivity and suppression of ‘facts’ to the detriment of ‘vulnerable victims’, is the preponderance of them that appear
Continue reading →"Forgive Us Our Press Passes".
100 Years ago, the daily circulation of The Times was around 5,000. Today it is nearer the 400,000 mark.
You might imagine that the ‘product’ was doing something right – it was once, but
Continue reading →La Danse Macabre.
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We have been witnessing a modern morality play. A danse macabre where ‘God’s messenger’ is endlessly represented by a later-life, and unfortunate, image of the charity fund raiser and disc jockey Jimmy Savile looking like the genetic
Sex claim victims ‘are not money grabbers’.
So spake Alison Saunders yesterday.
I agree absolutely! We have a judicial system that offers no more restitution to the victim of sexual abuse than the spectacle of punishment for the
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