Before You Accuse Me.......
It'll be interesting this weekend round the football grounds of Britain. Somewhere out there, the team that has been accused of rape will be taking to the field. Somewhere out there, the common and garden football supporter will be prepared to defy the laws of the land to chant slanderous abuse at THE team and THE players whose names have been bandied about t'internet for the past week.
Some news agencies are reporting that lawyers are warning clubs that, should any of their fans chant slanderous or libelous abuse at players, they will be arrested. Quite how they will arrest 40,000 at Eastlands is beyond me. But it is a spectacle I will really enjoy watching.
What I can't get my head round regarding this case is why the accused have found it necessary to obtain injunctions to stop their names from hitting the newspaper headlines? They - or their lawyers - must know that the chances of keeping allegations like this out of the papers are remote to say the least. These are not the usual professional sportsmen/women accusations, we're talking custodial sentences - should the cases be proveed.
I know this much, if I had been accused of such despicable crimes - and I was innocent - I would want to keep my name in the public domain as much as possible. I would be challenging every aspect of the prosecutor's argument. In short, if I was innocent, that's how I would act.
Well tonight was Dearest's last quiz night for a while. At least no 14 year old girls with chips on their shoulders the size of Elvis' torso were in attendance. It was a good night really as higher-than-a-ten sat next to us and Dearest was able to spend some quality chat time with higher-than-a-ten-Pam and Youngest's Darlin'.
This time next week, the op will be over, the anesthetics will have worn off and, hopefully we will be able to start the long road back to recovery. I could never explain just what my wife means to me. She is the mother of my children, she is my lover, she is my companion, and she is my life-long friend. We laugh like teenagers at the same stuff. We (mostly) like the same music. Friends are now joint friends. After 30+ years together, the acquaintances who were only there for the ride tend to fall by the wayside. After all this time you tend to fuse together.
The next week is going to be so hard.
My word ! How to attract punters to your weblog ! How ? HOW? Dead simple mate. Post a few entries about the *alleged* Premiership rapists. For example, my average daily hits have consistantly averaged between 5 to 10, with the occasional 10 to 15. Yesterday it shot to 113. A perusal of what brought people here revealed that pretty much all of them came from search engines requesting info regarding the alleged Premiership rapists.
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