Rotten-to-his-core convicted paedophile ‘entertainer’ Rolf Harris may have cancer, but his refusal to apologise to his multiple victims speaks volumes as to his continuing vileness
In August, it was announced that the nonagenarian nonce Rolf Harris would be featured in a forthcoming ITV documentary titled Hiding In Plain Sight, but now the perverted predator’s chums have bashed back. Ludicrously, these people of minds clearly stir-fried are attempting to garner sympathy for the sickening scumbag.
In an article for the Daily Mail Australia yesterday, the paper’s Kylie Stevens reported that the Bray, Berkshire based “disgraced entertainer” – who often used to love a nosh up at a curry house favoured by Theresa May in the locality – is, thankfully for those not keen on hearing his rip-roaringly awful renditions of the now clearly inappropriately titled Jake The Peg and Two Little Boys, “unable to speak and fed by tubes.”
“Battling neck cancer” according to “neighbours and friends” including one Portia Wooderson – who claimed: “He can’t eat anymore” – Stevens added that the author of Rolf Harris: The Defence Team’s Special Investigator Reveals the Truth Behind the Trials William Merritt whined: “He prefers to be on his own and ‘doesn’t particularly like kids’ as he ‘hates the noise.’”
Strangely, Merritt forgot to explain why this evil Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport singing monster decided in February 2019 to “visit” the Oldfield Primary School in Maidenhead to “wave at children.” Curious that; very curious indeed.
Pictured top – Rabid ratbag Rolf Harris (left) with his dog. Supposedly his “health took a turn for the worse after the sudden death of his beloved poodle earlier this year” and (right) with his daughter repugnant daughter Bindi Nicholls and apologist niece Jenny Harris arriving at court in November 2017. It is an outrage that this arrogant cretin has more sympathy for a dead dog than his victims and that he penned a song called ‘Gutter Girls’ of them in 2015 is shocking though not surprising. Shame on him.
‘Gutter Girls’ by Rolf Harris
In 2015, this audacious Australian abuser penned a sordid ‘song’ in which he described his multiple victims as “slimy little woodworms.” It should have been banned on grounds of obscenity and was sickly titled Gutter Girls.
It outrageously went as follows:
Climb up out of the woodwork babe
From forty years ago,
The climate’s great in Britain now
For making loads of dough
You’ve festered down there long enough,
Time’s right to grab your chance
Clap eyes on a rich celebrity
And make the bastard dance
Make him squirm, slimy little woodworm
Make him squirm, squirm, squirm
Sink your claws right in to the hilt, don’t let him go
(Group) NO! NO!
Make him burn, burn, burn
Slimy little woodworm, make him burn
Get your fifty-years-old hooks into his dough
(Group) GO BABY GO
That old bandwagon you crawled out of
(rotten to the core)
Conceals a host of foul accusers,
Twenty maybe more
My guess is they’ll slide after you
All following your stench,
Perhaps you believe you’re pretty still
Some perfumed sultry wench
“Make him squirm”,
I can hear you singing
“Make him squirm, squirm, squirm:
Just imagine all of the money waiting there”
(Group) OH YEAH!
Make him burn, burn, burn
Come and join the feeding frenzy girls,
Don’t miss out, come on and join me for your share
(Group) PUT IT THERE!