Grammar Monster

Sure...GG is taking a lot of stick for his crimes. But the kids will have to live with the shame, stigma, nightmares, etc for the rest of their lives - whether their parents procured them or not is irrelevant. The victim is not GG but the kids. I guess many of you think differently..

Was it not England's gutter press that helped get him arrested in Vietnam? I could be wrong on this count though as that was just something I was told over a coffee...

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kingdomcome

This particular incident, but his troubles started a lot further back than that.

LDMA

Much further, including alledged child sex with a 14 year old in his rocker days that he was aquitted on when he got done after the PC World incident.

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Intrepid

Kiddie fiddlers should be castrated and put on a remote desert island surrounded by sharks, to live out the rest of their days licking each others arseholes

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'My human rights have been breached': Glitter flies back to Britain and claims HE is a victim

Gary Glitter finally arrived in Britain yesterday – claiming he was the victim of a ‘show trial’ and that his human rights were breached.

The shamed pop star paedophile was given VIP treatment at Heathrow and smirked as he was fast-tracked through the airport with a six-strong police escort.

He avoided the cameras and even ducked out of a court appearance, sending a lawyer in his place to argue he should not have to sign the Sex Offenders’ Register.

Glitter, 64, convicted of molesting two Vietnamese girls aged ten and 11, brazenly insisted he was innocent and called his 2006 trial in Vietnam a ‘travesty of justice’.

He trotted out a series of pleas for sympathy, including claiming he might have contracted tuberculosis while in prison in the Far East.

He is demanding round-the-clock police protection because he fears he could be attacked to avenge his crimes against children.

Despite fears that he could re-offend, Glitter had vanished within hours of arriving in the UK.

An airport insider said he had been led through a tunnel before leaving by car, while police sources said he was now ‘no longer in London’.

In theory, there is nothing to stop him going abroad again.

If he went to Europe he would have free movement with his UK passport. Alternatively, he could be staying with a friend in Britain.

Mr Corker argued that his client should not immediately be put on the Sex Offenders’ Register because his Vietnam conviction was flawed and passed in a country with an abysmal human rights record.

entry to a private VIP area in the Thai Airways ‘Royal Silk’ lounge as arrangements were made.

They held the plane up ten minutes as his departure was finalised, which did not go down well with the other passengers.

‘I don’t want to be disturbed by anybody,’ he told a group of stewardesses after three Thai police had ushered him on board. ‘It’s your job to hold everybody back.’

This they duly did, even sitting on the stairs at one stage to bar entry to the upstairs cabin, where ‘Mr Gadd’ was flying business class.

Yesterday his lawyer said he fears someone could lunge at him with a knife if he appears in public.

His concerns may be well founded.

As Mr Corker spoke outside the court, someone in the crowd shouted: ‘He’s a monster. He fiddles with kids. He should be killed.’

'My human rights have been breached': Glitter flies back to Britain and claims HE is a victim | Mail Online

happychappy

Thought so smart arse.

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Cyrille

No, I'm not saying that I'm losing any sleep for GG, nor denying that the girls concerned were victims.

I'm just alarmed that some people on this thread seem to want to form a lynch mob.

The guy's done his time, and it's been quite rightly shown to him that the only place that will now let him within their borders is the UK.

It's quite right that his behaviour should be monitored closely, but not right that he be beaten up by a slavering street mob with ajarn posters at its forefront.

That doesn't display much paternal wisdom imo.

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Uncle Harry

Precisely. Does he have to be punished 50 times over for the same crime? Let him be monitored for the rest of his days so he can't do it again, fair enough. The way some of the vigilantes on here are going on, you would think he is a mass murderer in the league of Bundy, Dahmer and Sutcliffe!

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Matthew Norman: His life is destroyed. So why hound Gary Glitter? - Matthew Norman, Commentators - The IndependentMatthew Norman: His life is destroyed. So why hound Gary Glitter?

Friday, 22 August 2008

Given that what preceded it may have been the greatest run in Olympic history, one can excuse the BBC commentators for failing to notice. Then again, maybe they did notice, but preferred to allow distaste to hold their tongues. Anyway, whatever explains this reticence, no one said a word about it when, a few minutes after Usain Bolt had broken a legendarily brilliant 200 metres world record on Wednesday, and while the Jamaican was languidly milking his lap of honour, there emerged from the "Bird's Nest" stadium speakers the twangy opening guitar chords of a song released long ago by a man released that day from prison in Vietnam.
All of his records being so startlingly similar, I can't be absolutely sure of this, but I think those chords belonged to "Hello! Hello! I'm Back Again", a 1973 number 2 hit for the artist still known, for all the absurdly incongruous jollity of the sobriquet, as Gary Glitter. One tends not to think of Chinese state employees as wilfully mischievous, but with Mr Glitter in transit at that moment towards the Chinese colony of Hong Kong, which later declined him entry, the timing did suggest a certain satirical wit.
"Did you miss me, yeah, while I was away?" runs the first verse, "Did you hang my picture on your wall? Did you kiss me, yeah, every single day, although you couldn't kiss me at all? And did you love me, yeah, like a good little girl..." We needn't labour the irony of that latter line, but to the subsequent question, "Did you miss me while I was away?," the answer seems mixed.
While many of us have been perfectly content to forget all about Mr Glitter, the editors of our red top tabloids palpably have missed him and the obvious circulation-boosting potential that travels hand in hand with persecuting a fallen celebrity. More than that, from the coverage of the last few days you could be forgiven for assuming that their conscious intent, if and when the presently stateless glam rocker is back again, is to drive him to suicide. Or if not suicide, then the next best thing, which is of course a fatal attack by the sort of News of the World readers who took to assaulting paedophiles "named and shamed", not to mention unnamed and unshamed paediatricians, by that paper several years ago.
Some of you may share the apparent belief of The Sun and The Daily Mirror that this is a noble ambition; that a man with convictions for downloading child pornography here and having sex with underage girls in the Far East has forfeited the right to life, as Margaret Thatcher once memorably declared of IRA terrorists.
The vast majority, I hope and pray, will cleave to the quaint old belief that, however repugnant the offence, once released from prison the offender is as entitled to live in peace in this country, without newspapers and radio phone-ins encouraging their audiences to garrote or ignite him. Unhappily, however, the vast majority of Independent readers constitutes an infinitesimal minority of the population, and here is another of those moments in national life when the woolly-minded, bleeding heart liberal feels utterly distended from what feels like mainstream opinion.
Whether Mr Glitter is a bad person or a victim of some form of mental illness, or a bit of both, is a more intriguing issue, albeit one better suited to moral philosophers and psychiatric specialists than hacks. Myself, for what incalculably little it's worth, I regard the appetite for pre-pubescent sexual partners more as grievous curse than wicked choice, although of course that's hardly any form of consolation to the victims.
That no one is under any obligation to sympathise with this wretched figure is as needless a statement of the bleedin' obvious as any ritualistic condemnation of crimes whose awfulness speak deafeningly for themselves. As it happens, I do have some sympathy for Mr Glitter, less because of any urge to take up the role left vacant by the demise of Lord Longford than for personal reasons.
As a small boy, to reiterate a story with which I've bored you before, my best friend's father was Mr Glitter's manager, and I knew him a little at the height of his fame. Overexcitement at an impending visit in 1973, just when "Hello! Hello! I'm Back Again" was high in the charts, enticed a pair of nine-year-olds to split a bottle of Harvey's Bristol Cream.
Long after we'd been exiled upstairs in disgrace, he appeared in the bedroom, sat at the other end of the bed, and pacified us with a kind of lullaby version of the song. He could not have been sweeter, nor the encounter more innocent, although of course neither of us drunken little boys was "a good little girl".
I knew his two children very slightly then too, and his estrangement from them, and a son born more recently in Cuba, must be at least as excruciating to him as the loss of every other comfort and pleasure he once knew. I can hardly imagine a more pitiable creature than Gary Glitter, more demented-looking than ever with that insane warlock's beard, shuttling from Vietnamese departure lounge to Hong Kong immigration control to Bangkok airport holding cell, desperate to avoid returning to a country in which, with the Home Secretary leaping aboard the red top bandwagon, he has good reason to fear for his life.
If Jacqui Smith rightly regards it as her duty to safeguard female children around the world by removing his passport, it is also her duty to protect him as she would any other British national. She might, for instance, care to balance her populist pronouncements about him being "despicable", which some of our dimmer compatriots will no doubt interpret as a licence, with a stern warning about the consequences of playing vigilante.
The justice systems of Britain and Vietnam have had their say, and Mr Glitter will continue to be punished by deprivations more agonising than that of his liberty. Irrevocably established as one of the age's leading grotesques, his life has been as destroyed as any could be short of death. One appreciates what a boon his release is for newspapers and phone-ins denied their sovereign right to torment Jade Goody by the diagnosis of cervical cancer, but even a New Labour home secretary should have the capacity to understand that released convicts retain the human rights to privacy – sex offenders register notwithstanding – and security.
If and when Gary Glitter's bizarrely Kafkaesque circuit of oriental airports concludes and he is back again, he is legally and morally entitled to precisely the same degree of protection as his potential victims here and elsewhere. What he must not be permitted to become is a human sacrifice for the benefit of our more cynically hysterical shock jocks and red top editors.

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Duncecap

LDMA

Matthew Norman: His life is destroyed. So why hound Gary Glitter? - Matthew Norman, Commentators - The IndependentMatthew Norman: His life is destroyed. So why hound Gary Glitter?

Friday, 22 August 2008

Given that what preceded it may have been the greatest run in Olympic history, one can excuse the BBC commentators for failing to notice. Then again, maybe they did notice, but preferred to allow distaste to hold their tongues. Anyway, whatever explains this reticence, no one said a word about it when, a few minutes after Usain Bolt had broken a legendarily brilliant 200 metres world record on Wednesday, and while the Jamaican was languidly milking his lap of honour, there emerged from the "Bird's Nest" stadium speakers the twangy opening guitar chords of a song released long ago by a man released that day from prison in Vietnam.
All of his records being so startlingly similar, I can't be absolutely sure of this, but I think those chords belonged to "Hello! Hello! I'm Back Again", a 1973 number 2 hit for the artist still known, for all the absurdly incongruous jollity of the sobriquet, as Gary Glitter. One tends not to think of Chinese state employees as wilfully mischievous, but with Mr Glitter in transit at that moment towards the Chinese colony of Hong Kong, which later declined him entry, the timing did suggest a certain satirical wit.
"Did you miss me, yeah, while I was away?" runs the first verse, "Did you hang my picture on your wall? Did you kiss me, yeah, every single day, although you couldn't kiss me at all? And did you love me, yeah, like a good little girl..." We needn't labour the irony of that latter line, but to the subsequent question, "Did you miss me while I was away?," the answer seems mixed.
While many of us have been perfectly content to forget all about Mr Glitter, the editors of our red top tabloids palpably have missed him and the obvious circulation-boosting potential that travels hand in hand with persecuting a fallen celebrity. More than that, from the coverage of the last few days you could be forgiven for assuming that their conscious intent, if and when the presently stateless glam rocker is back again, is to drive him to suicide. Or if not suicide, then the next best thing, which is of course a fatal attack by the sort of News of the World readers who took to assaulting paedophiles "named and shamed", not to mention unnamed and unshamed paediatricians, by that paper several years ago.
Some of you may share the apparent belief of The Sun and The Daily Mirror that this is a noble ambition; that a man with convictions for downloading child pornography here and having sex with underage girls in the Far East has forfeited the right to life, as Margaret Thatcher once memorably declared of IRA terrorists.
The vast majority, I hope and pray, will cleave to the quaint old belief that, however repugnant the offence, once released from prison the offender is as entitled to live in peace in this country, without newspapers and radio phone-ins encouraging their audiences to garrote or ignite him. Unhappily, however, the vast majority of Independent readers constitutes an infinitesimal minority of the population, and here is another of those moments in national life when the woolly-minded, bleeding heart liberal feels utterly distended from what feels like mainstream opinion.
Whether Mr Glitter is a bad person or a victim of some form of mental illness, or a bit of both, is a more intriguing issue, albeit one better suited to moral philosophers and psychiatric specialists than hacks. Myself, for what incalculably little it's worth, I regard the appetite for pre-pubescent sexual partners more as grievous curse than wicked choice, although of course that's hardly any form of consolation to the victims.
That no one is under any obligation to sympathise with this wretched figure is as needless a statement of the bleedin' obvious as any ritualistic condemnation of crimes whose awfulness speak deafeningly for themselves. As it happens, I do have some sympathy for Mr Glitter, less because of any urge to take up the role left vacant by the demise of Lord Longford than for personal reasons.
As a small boy, to reiterate a story with which I've bored you before, my best friend's father was Mr Glitter's manager, and I knew him a little at the height of his fame. Overexcitement at an impending visit in 1973, just when "Hello! Hello! I'm Back Again" was high in the charts, enticed a pair of nine-year-olds to split a bottle of Harvey's Bristol Cream.
Long after we'd been exiled upstairs in disgrace, he appeared in the bedroom, sat at the other end of the bed, and pacified us with a kind of lullaby version of the song. He could not have been sweeter, nor the encounter more innocent, although of course neither of us drunken little boys was "a good little girl".
I knew his two children very slightly then too, and his estrangement from them, and a son born more recently in Cuba, must be at least as excruciating to him as the loss of every other comfort and pleasure he once knew. I can hardly imagine a more pitiable creature than Gary Glitter, more demented-looking than ever with that insane warlock's beard, shuttling from Vietnamese departure lounge to Hong Kong immigration control to Bangkok airport holding cell, desperate to avoid returning to a country in which, with the Home Secretary leaping aboard the red top bandwagon, he has good reason to fear for his life.
If Jacqui Smith rightly regards it as her duty to safeguard female children around the world by removing his passport, it is also her duty to protect him as she would any other British national. She might, for instance, care to balance her populist pronouncements about him being "despicable", which some of our dimmer compatriots will no doubt interpret as a licence, with a stern warning about the consequences of playing vigilante.
The justice systems of Britain and Vietnam have had their say, and Mr Glitter will continue to be punished by deprivations more agonising than that of his liberty. Irrevocably established as one of the age's leading grotesques, his life has been as destroyed as any could be short of death. One appreciates what a boon his release is for newspapers and phone-ins denied their sovereign right to torment Jade Goody by the diagnosis of cervical cancer, but even a New Labour home secretary should have the capacity to understand that released convicts retain the human rights to privacy – sex offenders register notwithstanding – and security.
If and when Gary Glitter's bizarrely Kafkaesque circuit of oriental airports concludes and he is back again, he is legally and morally entitled to precisely the same degree of protection as his potential victims here and elsewhere. What he must not be permitted to become is a human sacrifice for the benefit of our more cynically hysterical shock jocks and red top editors.

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I like ajarn.com. It is a fun place. I was going to get out my list of great grievances, grandiose gripes, grand groans, grave grumbles and my granduer of grating grim grisly grime, but I won't, because I can't stop growing with the gruesome gritty grubby and grotesque grin.

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Cyrille

Yes, that's an interesting point.

I wouldn't be at all surprised if the ajarn.com lynch mob has, to a man, voted for thatcher in days gone by.

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Mr Bean

Hello, hello, he's back again.............WITH A TAKEAWAY

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