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@retake012 wrote:
I can’t believe the rubbish excuses on this thread defending a dirty old man using his position and money to abuse young women,!
Jesus there’s none so blind as those who refuse to see eh :roll:But he’s dead! What do you want? A posthumous trial? If found guilty, imprison his skeletal remains?
Execute his dead body?
I’m sorry but regardless of whether he’s guilty or not, nothing can take away the fact he’s brown bread and nothing is going to change that. He is never going to stand trial and justice or exoneration will never be served.
@jen_jen wrote:
@panda12 wrote:
@jen_jen wrote:
It wasn’t intended to be witty, it was an observation…never mind, I’m sure you amuse yourself.
BTW I’m not going anywhere, I bowed out of one thread, not the boards.
Actually, you amuse me. I find even your most serious posts to be side splittingly funny. :wink:
Ahhhhh so that’s why you decided to stay :wink:
and there was me going to pm you to say farewell and to wish you a safe journey through life…no need now.
Aw ty. I actually mean that. :shock:
*trundles off muttering “I’m going soft.”
@anc wrote:
Which one of you is holding that chair?!! :lol:
Hehe. Not me. I only do verbal violence.
@jen_jen wrote:
It wasn’t intended to be witty, it was an observation…never mind, I’m sure you amuse yourself.
BTW I’m not going anywhere, I bowed out of one thread, not the boards.
Actually, you amuse me. I find even your most serious posts to be side splittingly funny. :wink:
@jen_jen wrote:
@panda12 wrote:
@jen_jen wrote:
Nah I wouldn’t dance on your grave, I might fall in :P
I thought you’d be sensible enough to dance on it once it’s filled in. :roll:
With your previous profession I thought you’d know how long it takes a grave to settle… :wink:
Nice try, but epic fail. If you can’t match my wit (which you can’t) then its best you bow out. :wink:
@jen_jen wrote:
Nah I wouldn’t dance on your grave, I might fall in :P
I thought you’d be sensible enough to dance on it once it’s filled in. :roll:
@jen_jen wrote:
Could have sworn I saw a thread last night that I was going to reply to, and this morning it was gone… :-k
You did. Then I deleted it after a deluge of private messages begging me to stay.
Sorry, but you’ll just have to wait to dance on my grave. :wink:
Summer is the worst time for these horrible green fookas.
You go into a pub and they’re cutting them up for Pims.
I’m not totally adverse to anything green. I mean, I find Kermit the frog quite sexy.
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@(f)politics? wrote:
Special hug? What’s that mean?
“special hug” meant that he had a good grope while he was at it.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-19788721
Surrey police has confirmed that Sir Jimmy Savile was questioned over allegations of child sex abuse in 2007.
In a statement, they said an individual was interviewed over offences which were “alleged to have occurred at a children’s home” in the 1970s.
The matter was referred to the Crown Prosecution Service, which “advised there was insufficient evidence to take any further action”.
In other words it was his word against hers.
Fellow broadcaster Paul Gambaccini said he had been “waiting 30 years” for such stories to come out.
Speaking on ITV1’s Daybreak programme, he said newspapers had been primed to run similar stories while Sir Jimmy was alive, but the star had intervened to prevent their publication.
“On [one] occasion, and this cuts to the chase of the whole matter, he was called and he said ‘well you could run that story, but if you do there goes the funds that come in to Stoke Mandeville – do you want to be responsible for the drying up of the charity donations.’ And they backed down.”
Court Usher: “Call Sir James Saville!”
Defence Lawyer: “Er, he’s dead, m’lud.”
@(f)politics? wrote:
Special hug? What’s that mean?
Who knows?
Maybe he was an abuser. Maybe he wasn’t. But CPS didn’t have enough evidence to bring charges in 2007. Where were all those women then?
I was always under the impression he was gay.
I wonder how long it will be before stories of that will come out.
