Crackpot Christian crooner Cliff Richard’s lawyers allude to him owning air
The libel case brought by Sir Cliff Richard – a self-declared “genuine international celebrity” with an ego the size of China – against the BBC took an unexpected turn yesterday, according to a report on the corporation’s very own website.
“Sir Cliff’s barrister, Justin Rushbrooke QC, asked [Jonathan] Munro [the BBC’s head of newsgathering] if he thought it had been acceptable to fly a helicopter over a private estate to ‘spy’ on the singer’s home.”
“Mr Munro said he would not use the word ‘spy’ and added he thought it was acceptable to film police searching the home of someone under investigation.”
“Mr Rushbrooke said: ‘If that is your genuine belief I suggest to you that you are unfit for your job.’”
Clearly, aside from being supposedly cheated out of winning Eurovision by General Franco, ‘Cliffy’ now plainly is of the belief he was robbed of the airspace above the apartment complex he used to live in. No congratulations required; the man’s an airhead.
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Top-drawer politicians again sweep serious incidents of historic abuse under the carpet; focusing on film star abusers instead is not the solution
Harvey Weinstein, Kevin Spacey and Theresa May’s thirty-six apparently ropey sex pest MPs are undoubtedly – if all or indeed any of the allegations against them are proven true – repugnant specimens but what about the existing and conveniently forgotten victims of historic abuse by equally powerful individuals including politicians, religious figures and police officers?
Just because a few well-known personalities – and admittedly long after the crimes against them, in some cases, have past the statute of limitation – have leapt up now, the media and politicians have joined a bandwagon of #MeToo. In the much older case, however, of the VIP abuse at the Elm Guest House in Richmond – a place of which only one decent MP, Zac Goldsmith, has bothered to speak out – all remains sadly silent and all allegations remain headed for being swept under the carpet.
For Theresa May, it suits to allow Christian abusers with a penchant for hanging out with gangsters to remain free as it does to continue to claim that Sir Edward Heath was a decent man also. We remain in a world where Sir Cyril Smith – a vile paedo (but one like Sir Edward never tried in any court of law) is described as a paedophile without hesitation – whilst other plainly apparent living monsters walk the streets scot-free. The late Lord Janner, a nasty bastard if ever there were one, is condemned yet nobody dare talk of a living MP with a predilection for a bit of groping (male or female, it does not matter) in his office.
Shame on Britain and yet again shame on Theresa May. Our useless Prime Minister has done nothing to solve this situation and frankly the hectoring vicar’s daughter didn’t exactly set a great example by accepting the hand of her “pussy grabbing” mate Donald Trump.
A 2014 ‘Daily Mail’ article about what allegedly went on at the Elm Guest HouseThe late Sir Cyril Smith (pictured with Jeremy Thorpe) is widely cited as one of British politics’ worst abusersPaedo politician Lord Boothby had a curious relationship with the gangster Ronnie Kray; the pair supposedly got up to all sorts of things with innocent youngstersJonathan King is to be tried concerning allegations of historic abuse against young boys in January; allegations against the late Sir Edward Heath remain unproven in spite of a costly investigationSerial abuser Jimmy Savile liked to hang out with everyone from Cardinal Keith O’Brien (pictured) to Prince Charles and Margaret Thatcher; widespread knowledge of the abuse he committed was swept under the carpet during his lifetime
Thrice bankrupt bigot Viscount St Davids banged to rights and set to be jailed Thursday; he blames Gina Miller as “untruthful” and Matthew Steeples as “an eavesdropper” and accepts utterly no blame for what he did
On Thursday, if he doesn’t turn up at Westminster Magistrates’ Court on time, justice will come knock, knock, knockin’ on Baron Strange of Knockin’s door.
Donald Trump supporter and serial bankrupt Rhodri Philipps (AKA 4th Viscount St Davids, Lord St Davids, Baron Hungerford, Baron de Moleyns, Baron Strange of Knockin and, to the public and no doubt his new jailbird chums, plain old Mr Philipps) – a bigot whose insistence on being called anything other than Mister sealed his fate as the real life representation of Paul Whitehouse’s Rowley Birkin QC – was found guilty Tuesday of two counts of sending menacing messages on a public electronic communications network. After convicting him, chief magistrate Emma Arbuthnot warned the aristocrat: “The first port of call will obviously be a prison sentence.”
“I have no doubt the first post was menacing, you were offering money to have [Gina Miller] killed. A reasonable person reading the post would have felt a sense of apprehension at least, if not fear.”
“I don’t accept you didn’t understand the post could be shared. On Facebook users share and have shared any number of others’ posts – nothing is private about a Facebook post.”
“They were not funny, not a joke, they were sent when Lord St Davids was infuriated – they were not meant to be light-hearted comment, they were intended to cause apprehension among some of your Facebook acquaintances, not all as some clearly shared his views.”
“I find you knew when you posted these messages they might create apprehension in a reasonable person reading them in the multi-racial country we live in.”
Represented initially by a chubby dimwit American and Conservative councillor for Kensington (yes, one of them, a member of the worst council in Britain) named Andrew Rinker – a curious creature commonly known as ‘Rinker The Stinker’ in even the most polite circles – Philipps proved himself nothing but a nasty piece of work and a fool in the dock. He tried to blame me for “stalking” and “trolling” him and referenced me “a professional eavesdropper.” He claimed his trial was “political” and motivated because of his multiple titles and whilst his scumbag chum and cohort Tariq Siddiqitargeted me also via social media throughout the period, he was ultimately convicted simply because the Crown was able to prove he is nothing but an inept racist incapable of covering his own vile tracks.
Of the result, Kate Mulholland of the Crown Prosecution Service commented:
“This threat caused extreme concern to Gina Miller and although Lord St Davids claimed his Facebook friends would have been tolerant of his views, they were open to the public.”
“No-one should have these kind of menacing comments made to them or about them and where there is evidence of an offence the CPS and police will bring a prosecution.”
As I said previously, the law must now change: What goes on social media, doesn’t stay on social media. We must all be held accountable for whatever we post.
A 20-question interview with artist, ceramicist and designer Enzina Fuschini
The Steeple Times shares “wit and wisdom”. What’s your guiding force?
God. I am a Christian and I believe in what is good and honourable.
“Don’t get even, get medieval” is, in our humble opinion, a great motto. What’s yours?
To forgive and forget.
Kerry Katona was considered unacceptable in 2007. Who or what is unacceptable in 2017?
A lack of support for mental health.
Tony Blair misses being Prime Minister. What do you miss most in your life?
Human justice and my childhood home.
What might you swap all your wealth for?
One more day with my mother and grandmother. Both have sadly passed away.
Donald Trump was once a case of: “If you owe the bank a thousand, they close you down; but if you owe the bank a billion, you own the bank”. What’s your view on the state of the financial system?
It is a disaster. The financial target is to control and depopulate humanity. The rich want to get rich at any cost and they want to create an elite race.
What phrase or word do you most loathe?
I loathe swearing in any context.
In the UK, some people consider charity to “begin at home”. What’s your view and what causes do you personally support?
I support charities associated with my faith and congregation at Holy Trinity Brompton (HTB), Knightsbridge.
The judge in Law Abiding Citizen states: “I can pretty much do whatever I want” before being blown up whilst answering her mobile phone. What’s your view on the appropriate use of such devices?
Mobile phones are useful but people are addicted and these devices cause them to become anti-social.
Enzina Fuschini exhibited at the 508 Kings Road Gallery in Chelsea, London, SW10 in June 2017
If you could fill a carriage on The Orient Express, who would be your fellow passengers?
People not fortunate enough to be able to afford this experience that work hard and would deserve it.
If you were unfortunate enough to end up on death row, what would be your last meal and where would you eat it?
I wouldn’t want to eat anything as I would be too scared about death.
What time is it acceptable to consume the first drink of the day?
At lunchtime with friends.
A Negroni, a martini or a cup of tea?
A dry martini.
Whose parties do you enjoy the most and why?
Those given by family and friends that celebrate the achievements of life.
Who is the most positive person you know?
My daughters are the most positive people I know.
What’s your most guilty pleasure?
Apple tarts. The best one I’ve ever had was at The Botanist on Sloane Square.
If a tattoo were to sum you up, what would it be of?
A tattoo could not sum me up as I do not like them.
If you were a car, what marque would you be?
A Jaguar.
Cilla Black presented Surprise, Surprise. Tell us the most surprising thing about you.
When you get to know me, you will know. I’m not giving away my secrets.
What’s currently sitting on your mantelpiece?
An antique mirror and a vase of white roses.
Enzina Fuschini is a London based artist, ceramicist and designer. She was born in Matierno, Italy and aside from exhibiting internationally, has also produced luxury collections for and to be sold by amongst others The Dorchester, Harrods and Sunseeker Yachts. Her style has drawn comparisons with the ‘wit’ of Picasso and the vitality of Kandinsky, Klee and Miro.
Despite being Shadow Minister for Public Health and claiming to be a campaigner to improve children’s diets, Labour’s ‘jolly giant’ Sharon Hodgson is a big fan of kebabs. This Geordie ex-payroll clerk once claimed she’d rescue her handbag if her house were on fire, remarked: “Labour is teetering on the edge of political irrelevance” in 2016 and in 2017 usefully concluded: “Brexit has given us the capacity to look at things differently”. She’s up there with Diane Abbott in terms of her brainbox qualities.
Donald Trump begs supporters to help him stop his whack-job, wannabe bear killer education secretary nominee, Betsy DeVos, being blocked
In an email to supporters Saturday, ‘Trump Headquarters’ begged supporters to sign a petition of support for President Trump’s nominee for secretary of education, Betsy DeVos.
In the missive, which shared the news that Democrats are just one vote away from blocking DeVos’s appointment, though it is suggested that “Betsy has dedicated her life to fighting for greater education opportunities for children”, no reference is made to the fact that she has no degree, no teaching experience, never attended university and believes in only Christian-based education.
No mention is made either of the Republican mega-donor having lauded the idea of guns being kept in schools to “protect [children] from potential grizzlies” (grizzly bears) and her recent inability to answer questions on basic education policies, including proficiency versus growth.
Aside from warmongering, white supremacist Steve Bannon and fake massacre inventing, ‘alternative truth’ believing Kellyanne Conway, Mrs DeVos truly is one of the worst of Trump’s choices thus far. She truly deserves to be stopped.
Defrocked priest appears outside the Supreme Court dancing a jig without any trousers; he believes Nigel Farage was “sent by Christ”
This week, as the Supreme Court debated one of the most serious constitutional cases in history, a strange little man dressed as a leprechaun danced a jig whilst holding placards about Nigel Farage, a Third World War and Brexit.
The strange, trouser-less pensioner’s banners bizarrely were captioned:
“Nigel Farage was sent by Christ to get Britain out of Europe and fulfill [sic] Bible prophecy”.
“Britain will fight for Israel in the Third World War whereas Europe will fight against Israel and against Christ”.
Dubbed a “sex elf” in one tweet, The Huffington Post later suggested the man to be Neil Horan, “a defrocked Irish Catholic priest who has previously disrupted major events like the Grand Prix and the Olympics and appeared on Britain’s Got Talent”. Horan was given an ASBO for attempting to disrupt the London Marathon in 2007 and his published works number A Glorious New World Very Soon to Come and Christ Will Soon Take Power From All Governments.
In 2006, Horan was held for two months in custody in Germany during the World Cup. He had announced that he had planned to carry posters that declared “Adolf Hitler was a good leader who was following the word of Christ”.
Yesterday, in Maclean’s Magazine, a Canadian publication, the reclusive musician Kate Bush described piled praise on Theresa May and announced:
“We have a female prime minister here in the UK. I actually really like her and think she’s wonderful. I think it’s the best thing that’s happened to us in a long time. She’s a very intelligent woman but I don’t see much to fear. I will say it is great to have a woman in charge of the country. She’s very sensible and I think that’s a good thing at this point in time”.
News that Bush, previously a fan of Ken Livingstone and the writer of a song that stated: “Ken is the man that we all need”, shocked the likes of The Guardian and The Independent’s Geoff Norcott, but unsurprisingly, the majority of the fans of this singer-songwriter and supporter of changing to a bartering economy’s typically left-wing fans won’t be Running Up That Hill in support of her new found conversion.
Actor, producer and writer Steven Berkoff shares his views about Sir Philip Green
I recently watched a group of investigators sitting around a semi-circular table politely asking questions of Sir Philip Green. They elicited either vague responses, unsure responses, or contemptuous responses about him flogging BHS, a once venerable institution, to a somewhat dodgy character for a quid. If one of the pale faced interrogators even hinted that some of his business practises smelt a little like stinking fish or let’s say a little strange, Green’s surly reply was always: “That’s your opinion”.
What was most fascinating to me, watching him live on television, was his whole stance and body language: He sat, heavy arms spread akimbo like he was a wrestler between bouts and waiting for the next round. The obviously university educated interlocutors were mostly decent professional men who faced a person whose way of life could not be more different. ‘Sir Shifty’ (as the Daily Mail mockingly now refer to him) has, after all, fought his way up from market dealer to wealthy mogul and he’s eaten people like these all his life.
I even noticed one woman on the committee staring at Green from time to time and then turning away to whoever was asking him questions. She only dared to glimpse back at him for a few seconds. The feeling was that she was facing some kind of monster, a rabid devourer of nervous young English ladies. He then even rudely abused a member of the committee with sarcasm and a threating wit. It reminded me of the young toughs at the Lyceum Dance Hall in the fifties and their “Oo ya looking at!” jibes.
Green actually said something similar to this at one time and directed it to one of the members, reproaching him for staring. It is a bit difficult, if you are facing someone under investigation, not to stare, I would have thought but then this is the ‘Green look’. His stare is nothing less than demonic; his dark beady eyes less meant for merely looking than for ‘eye balling’ with a shadowy hint of violence beneath. He didn’t just respond, he responded with an expression that seemed to dare you to challenge him. His voice carried notes of warning in it and yet was not grating – even if the timbre reminded me of Petticoat Lane.
Steven Berkoff views Sir Philip Green to be anything but a pussy cat
Now, what made the whole exercise even more bizarrely fascinating was that he is a Jew. This might create a slightly awkward backstory since Jews were famously interrogated by the guardians of the church centuries past. A group of priests, many of them with a strong intellectual bent, frequently interrogated Rabbis on the meaning of their faith and hurled questions of religious complexity challenging them on all sorts of issues, the failure of which to answer satisfactorily could mean, a rather painful conclusion.
These sessions were held in public and their main purpose was to ridicule and humiliate. So, watching Green’s examination many similar thoughts flittered through my mind, not least of all the appalling interrogation of Shylock in Shakespeare’s unpleasant satire, The Merchant of Venice.
The ever-changing mosaic of thoughts shifted and I saw Shylock being interrogated, except here is no Portia tripping up the recalcitrant Jew. Here are at least a dozen pairs of eyes and I can guarantee that not one of them, could avoid, thinking and not with malice, that in front of them sat a Jew; a money bags dealer. Even if not one of them would ever admit to a shred of anti-Semitism, it would be impossible not to see a distant cousin of Shylock in front of them. I certainly did; I could not help it. How awful, but it is also true. It has been rubbed in our faces by Shakespeare no less than Dickens. And here sitting in front of them, including the lady who could hardly bare to look his way, was the archetypical Jew. You couldn’t make it up.
Even if Shylock was originally in an Italian play, it found its way to our shores: The Italian villain was then changed to Jew. Centuries ago under those horrible interrogation and inquisitions, the Jew would have to answer civilly and been humble, humble yet intellectually sound.
No need for humbleness now; Green was the direct opposite of his distant predecessor. If his eyes were basilisks he would have scorched up the entire circle but yet, he was steaming if not actually burning. It was his face and his expressions that carried the shades of the demonic. Up to now I have only read about the deeds of Green and the rather shabby money dealings and his frequent photo ops with one of his models, out on the town with his heavy paw around some nubile waist. Now, for the first time I heard him and I watched the ‘gentle’ eyes of the Christians attempting to unravel the complex spider webs of this bully and his empire.
I hope the public who were watching were also able to resist the brain washing of centuries and not give in to an almost reflex action and think “look at him, another one of those lying, money grabbing yids”.
I found that I couldn’t switch over to another channel. This was actually too dramatic. This was life and death not those easy, shallow chat shows of Norton, Ross and company with the forced laughter. No, this is the real thing. Now my mind shifted again from Shylock to Al Capone.
Of course, if Green’s empire ever totally collapses and he is looking for another job he should think of shifting his base to LA and having a bash at a few villains. He would make a marvellous Al Capone as what makes gangsters so dangerous is that they are all deliberately thin skinned. They don’t want to be calmly tolerant or turn the other cheek. Green’s bull-like face was full on and he even chided one of the committee with a snide: “Put your glasses back on”. The confessors, however, won’t get much of a confession out of Green. And he won’t take any criticism: “That’s your opinion”, he uttered again and again.
I can see Sir Shifty in the dock: A perfect Capone; think about it Phil.
