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Showing posts with label 'Two Little Boys' (song popularised by Rolf Harris). Show all posts
Showing posts with label 'Two Little Boys' (song popularised by Rolf Harris). Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 January 2015


We all have our ideas about who may be next in line to get their collar felt by Operation Yewtree, perhaps even having workplace sweepstakes on it. Fred Talbot is yet another one of the disappointing cases, as it is someone that held a great deal of public affection which he might be about to lose. Rolf Harris was in the same situation that nobody really wanted him to be found guilty simply because of whom he was; we could have stood the loss of Jim Davidson or Freddie Starr but the removal of the wobble board from the world of music was actually quite sad. Nobody has been brave enough to introduce it into their act yet and probably never will, as Harris has been airbrushed out of pop culture history as happens when public disgrace occurs.

The issue of removing all evidence after a conviction of this nature is a strange and delicate one as we don’t seem able to separate the artist from the art. For example, the song ‘Two Little Boys’ is an old Music Hall standard written about the American Civil War and originally  made famous by Harry Lauder, and of course there are punk versions by Splodgenessabounds and John Otway to enjoy, but as the song is heavily associated with Rolf Harris you don’t hear it any more. One of the most obvious cases of this came to my attention while watching The Full Monty a couple of weeks ago; the soundtrack features two songs, albeit only snippets but enough for the viewer to recognise them, by Gary Glitter – ‘Rock and Roll, Part 2’ and ‘I’m The Leader Of The Gang (I Am)’. Watching the film makes no difference to Glitter’s finances, especially as we bought the DVD second hand. The film was made before his initial arrest for possession of indecent images and therefore at the time the music was still popular, yet it felt a little bit uncomfortable listening to it in a mainstream film (although perhaps less uncomfortable given that it was a grownup film, imagine if Spiceworld had been released and made loads of money before Glitter’s arrest). Gary Glitter was indeed still a fairly big draw and he took advantage of this with a lucrative annual tour, usually around Christmas. Now we know that his box office wasn’t the only thing he took advantage of, if you know what I mean, his songs are rarely heard, if at all, and rightly so. BBC4 drew complaints for not editing Glitter from an episode of Top of the Pops (the ‘real time’ broadcast of which has been blighted by the need to keep scrapping episodes featuring sex offenders), the same episode was presented by Jimmy Savile who had just died and was still in the tributes-to-a-legend stage. I tweeted at the time speculating on what might have taken place in the dressing rooms and was replied to by over one hundred people telling me to show some respect for the dead. A charitable saint in the public eye in life and a vile sex case in death, it’s as if he managed to do a ‘reverse Jacko’. The only other time you’ll hear Gary Glitter is on those increasingly rare occasions when a pub or shop hasn’t bothered buying a new Christmas CD for ages; I heard ‘Another Rock and Roll Christmas’ a few years ago in the now defunct (although I’m not saying that’s the reason) toy shop Hawkins Bazaar a few years back.

Gary Glitter (or rather, Paul Gadd), is currently on trial for alleged sexual assaults dating back to his pop star heyday of the 1970s, having pleaded not guilty to the charges put before him. We the public are not the jury in this case (apart from twelve of us the public but they won’t be allowed to read this) and I’m not sure how I would be able to conduct myself if I was. The fact that Gadd is in the dock could prejudice the jury seeing as they know his form. Juries are not told of previous convictions and are ordered to judge the case based purely on the evidence they hear in the courtroom, and are also told not to conduct any independent research by checking the defendant on Facebook for example or Googling them. This is a difficult thing to ask of a jury when the defendant is on trial for one of the worst things to be accused of and you already know what he is capable of. The CPS will no doubt want another notch on their belt to add to the tally so far; Stuart Hall, Rolf Harris, and Max Clifford, and are paranoid now because the public know that Jimmy Savile’s friends in the police, Government and Royal Family kept him out of trouble and don’t want to be seen to let another one through the net.

On the other hand, Gadd must be aware of public opinion. He knows that we know he is a notorious paedophile and that this could possibly go against him in a trial by jury. Pleading not guilty in this case might, and I emphasise the word might, actually mean that he isn’t guilty. After all, he isn’t pleading not guilty to being a sexual predator, he is pleading not guilty to ten charges relating to three girls. If he adamantly didn’t want to plead guilty, forcing the case to go to trial, he must have a fucking good alibi for his movements when his turn comes to take his place in the witness box.

Either that or he is playing a very brave double bluff which could land him in prison.

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Monday, 30 June 2014

Rik Mayall is dead and Rolf Harris is a predatory paedophile. June 2014 will be remembered for the death of our childhoods. Imagine being six years old in school assembly and your favourite teacher telling the whole room that Santa Claus wasn’t real, that’s the level of destruction we’re dealing with.

I have said before that it is a fixed point in our history that we used to watch Jim’ll Fix It and want to be on it. We can’t rewrite the past; Saturday teatime was Jim’ll Fix It time with the whole family. Your letter was only the start of it indeed; as we now know that a souvenir medallion wasn’t the only thing those poor kids took away with them. A lot of them took an experience away that they will never get over, especially (one can now imagine) on those ‘fix-its’ that involved Gary Glitter or as we now know, Rolf Harris. As we grew older our suspicions about Savile developed, we might not have immediately thought of him as a paedophile, but we definitely found him a bit creepy. Especially when it became public knowledge that we liked to shag dead bodies in the morgue of hospitals he had free reign on. It came as no surprise when the ‘revelations’ first came to the surface, we all kind of knew by the time he died. The only regrettable thing is that he was able to get away with it for so long thanks to a combination of money, power, fame, police on the payroll, friends in high places (Margaret Thatcher, another one known for fucking minors, see what I did there? I know, different spelling but out loud that's a clever line) and charitable endeavours.

That’s the difference, we might have watched his programme but we didn’t feel any affection towards Savile. He wasn’t a loveable character like Rolf, who had been a part of children’s entertainment for as long as we can remember. My memory of him started with the BBC programme Cartoon Time, which saw Harris in a white walled studio with an easel and marker pens as his only props, used to draw a cartoon character before showing us a clip. I can remember videoing the show and with heavy use of the pause button managing to draw my own character.

Harris took his cartoon drawing skills to ITV and rebooted the format as Rolf’s Cartoon Club (you can join today) entering the computer age and now joined in the studio – ohdear – by a team of school children. He gained a new generation of fans from the music world as he somehow transformed himself from a novelty peddler of whimsical ditty to Glastonbury acceptance, first in the Sunday afternoon irony slot and then as a serious fixture on the festival circuit. Rolf-ed reworkings of ‘Stairway To Heaven’ and ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ came along, and he placed his feet firmly under the daytime television table as the presenter of Animal Hospital on BBC1 and later Animal Clinic on Channel Five (yes, it still exists). His talents with a paintbrush also helped him to find work on serious arts programmes, and a commission to paint the Queen’s portrait. Do you remember how annoyed you were when Lenny Henry cut short his rendition of ‘Two Little Boys’ at the Jubilee concert? How dare he treat dear old national treasure Rolf in such a disrespectful manner!

Rolf Harris’s trial is the one I’ve been keeping an eye on with the most interest. Nobody wanted to believe it at first, but the longer the trial went on the worse it seemed to be looking from his point of view. The fact that all of the allegations came from unconnected women was the first sign that things were about to take a downward turn. Once it was his turn to take the stand, it looked for a moment that it could be starting to work in his favour. Asked by his defence barrister to briefly outline his career, it looked from the outside like he could have won over the jury by reverting back to his recognisable showbiz self; funny noises, an explanation of how he invented the wobble board (an instrument that by connotation might never be heard again in the same way unless someone is brave enough to try and claim it back for music) and a brief burst of one of his popular hit records. A trial by jury isn’t a fool proof way to go about things; it is essentially a popularity contest between prosecution and defence, with defence saying he didn’t do it and prosecution saying he did. I’ve sat through a lot of trials and I’m usually right in my guessing. The longer this trial went on the more I became convinced of his guilt.

The police issued a picture of his ‘mug shot’, without the glasses and cheeky smile the truest picture of Rolf Harris was displayed for the world to see; a disgusting old pervert with a history of sexual assaults against young women, girls in fact, one as young as seven. Now that the trial is over we are allowed to know the things that weren’t allowed to be reported on and the floodgates have burst open. Inevitably perhaps, we learned that he was friendly with Jimmy Savile and used to join him on noncey trips to Broadmoor. More stories will no doubt follow but it hardly matters because the damage has been done. The public can now speculate on who will be next to receive the knock on the door from Operation Yewtree, the guessing game has replaced the New Year’s Day death sweep-stake.

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