Sometimes the hacks and pundits blunder around in such a
witless fashion that one wonders why the subs don’t suggest to them that their
copy might be fashioned so as to make them look less prone to all those own
goals. Today, the Daily Mail’s unfunny and talentless churnalist Richard
Littlejohn has
brought a text-book example, telling his adoring readers how you couldn’t
make it up (again).
Facts, guv? You're avin' a laugh, innit?!?
Dick is unhappy that the case of Azelle Rodney, a small-time
crim shot dead by the Met’s finest back in 2005, has come back into view after
he was judged to have been unlawfully killed. The judge is referred to as “retired”, which is code for “out of touch and losing his marbles”,
and Rodney being a drug dealer who carried firearms is inferred to justify his
being shot dead.
“By now you may have
gathered that Azelle Rodney was black” he says. Yes Dicky boy, I got that
from the extra large photo of him at the top of the page. But do go on. “In his line of work, getting shot is an
occupational hazard. If it hadn’t been the Old Bill, it may well have been a
Colombian hitman”. Not to settle a turf war in west London, it wouldn’t
have been.
But Dick speaks from authority: “I’ve been on a police firearms course”. Not in the UK you haven’t.
That’s all to do with your being a resident of a gated compound at Vero Beach
in Florida, remember? Go on: “That’s not
to say I want the streets of London turned into the Wild West and cowboy cops
gunning down every suspected bad guy as a basis for negotiation”. Really?
You just defended exactly that.
Meanwhile, Dick reminisces about Blackpool, where “They used to do a very reasonable hot beef
sandwich in Yates’s Wine Lodge”. Then he’s off to Nottingham, where “the local branch of Yates’s Wine Lodge
featured a Lavender Hill Mob-style string quartet”. There does seem to be a
common thread here, and it was the favoured destination for every local lush
and wino.
That may explain the seriously dodgy accuracy: “Thirty odd years ago, ‘Red’ Len McCluskey
was one of Derek ‘Degsy’ Hatton’s bagmen in Liverpool. Lenny’s now running
Unite and Degsy is a time-share estate agent somewhere in Spain”. Really,
Dick? McCluskey never joined Militant, and Derek Hatton’s overseas manor is in,
er, Cyprus. Still, it’s somewhere abroad, innit?
Littlejohn gets paid the thick end of a million notes a year
for his two columns a week, which works out at getting on for ten thousand a
throw. And he still can’t be arsed checking his facts, preferring instead to
look back at a wine-drenched past and an approach to criminal justice that has
all too often caused serious embarrassment to Police and politicians alike.
Still, passes the time out there in Florida, dunnit?
What will he do after Dacre retires, though? Time-shares in Spain, perhaps?
4 comments:
You would have thought he'd have learnt not to use "occupational hazard" after last time....
Could've been worse Tim, he could have done another of his execrable 1970s cop show spoofs featuring The Sweeney or possibly Ashes to Ashes. Fire Up the Quattro! He likes that catchphrase.
excellent again, Tim.
dick's treading water, just like he has for the past 10yrs. dacre's headed for the exit, so the clock's ticking for dickie.
won't be long now, dickie. tick tick tick. see you in your nearest branch to taco bell, where you can bore me senseless with your views on US immigration and how nice the florida cops are.
And wasn't it The Ladykillers, and a string quintet?
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