3 posts tagged “madeleine mccann”

Kate McCann left her three year old child unsupervised in a apartment, in a foreign country; to go out for drinks with friends. It is unlikely we'll ever know if she had any further involvement in the disappearance (and probable death) of Madeline. But the Portuguese police named her as a formal suspect.

Maxine Carr, a young woman of limited intellect, provided a false alibi for Soham murderer Ian Huntley. Her actions had very little impact on the investigation. She was imprisoned for perverting the course of justice.

Kate McCann is a candidate for sainthood. Maxine Carr lives in hiding, for fear of vigilante attacks.

Funny old world.......

I'm presently drinking to forget, but here's some memories of 2007.

Chav 4 kicked the year off with Celebrity Big Brother. More than any UN league table, a nation in decline was clearly demonstrated by the contrast between Shilpa Shetty and the coven of fishwives that was Jade, Danielle and Jo. Chav 4 continued to plumb new depths as the year progressed: inexplicably recommissioning IT Crowd; inflicting Skins on a terrestrial audience; and a relentless bilge torrent of proleshame reality TV (predominantly fronted by that witch, who's not a Doctor, Gillian McKeith).

2007 could well go down as year the music died. I saw more live music than ever: in Camden, Derby, Leicester, Nottingham, Shoreditch, Brighton, Leeds and Manchester. But saw less that made the cut. In February Oasis got a Brit. We chose to ignore it at the time, but at our cost. This validation of Blokepop was directly responsible for encouraging The Twang and Reverend and the Makers to give up their jobs on the bins and try music. May saw our worst Eurovision entry ever, the shameful Scooch. A shame exacerbated when, to a man, our nation's windbags took up their phones and dialled radio shows to declare that "it's...you know political innit...that Eurovision...that voting, like". As if recycling someone else's hot air was the same as having an opinion. Incidentally, the only two countries to vote for Scooch were Malta and Ireland, so maybe Demented Tunbridge Wells had a point.

In May a nation prayed for little Maddie, in an outpouring of wallowing sentiment that echoed Diana. Newspaper editors have been keeping their fingers crossed ever since. Rumours that Gerry McCann is negotiating a six figure deal with HarperCollins/Regan Books are unconfirmed.

June saw Dear Leader leave the stage. And it was literally apres moi le deluge come July, when it wasn't just the rain that was pissing. And metaphorically, in September when the wheels fell off the economic miracle at Northern Rock. But, there is a silver lining to the impending housing crash, at least Buy to Let landlords and estate agents are going to get it first.

2007 was also a year of bad sex. The excruciating Secret Diary of a Call Girl. TV adverts for sex toys, encouraging viewers of ITV to copulate ((shudders)). NUTS TV launched. And Manchester United Footballers picking up the ingredients for their Christmas roast amongst the shopgirls of Selfridges and Harvey Nicks.

And 2007 continued the unstoppable rise of the idiots. With Chris Moyles and his fellow spokesmorons hosing twatswill down the grateful gullets of slack-jawed proles. And the country deifying celebrities of such miniscule talent we're going to have to apply for an extension on the alphabet just to categorise them.

Maybe GMTV can explain to the next Aliyah Ismail why they're just not photogenic enough for anyone to give a damn about.

And those MPs, with their little yellow ribbons, will no doubt be the same ones who voted to keep 15 and 16 year olds in adult prisons; cut the benefits of refugees, exclude their babies from the protection of the Children's Act; and continue the assault on single mothers.

And the public, with mawkish sentimentality as their new god. No longer parading their virtue in the Sunday pews, they demonstrate the depth of their inner goodness, by forwarding emails. And feeling sad.

To be touched, however vicariously, by the distress of others, quite clearly shows you to be a better person. The veneer of piety without all that bothersome psalm singing and self denial - no wonder it's so popular.