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SO. Rebekah Brooks and her husband Charlie Brooks have been charged with conspiracy to pervert the course of justice during the phone-hacking investigation. The allegation is that the former editor of the News of the World and the Sun who was promoted to the role of Chief Executive Officer of News International concealed computers, information, and documents from the Metropolitan Police.
If guilty, then everything the Sun has ever stood for is dust. The couple say they are innocent, issuing this statement:
“We have this morning been informed by the Office of the Department of Public Prosecutions that we are to be charged with perverting the course of justice. We deplore this weak and unjust decision. After the further unprecedented posturing of the CPS we will respond later today after our return from the police station.”
NEWS from Wheddon Cross, Somerset, where John and Cherry Pusey wanted the council to shut a lay-by close to their home because motorists were pulling over and taking a wazz. The court heard that 171 people – count them – has stopped to wee and/or poo in the lay-by in 2011. The court did not agree with the pro-decency Puseys.
So they took the matter further.
At the Court of Appeal, Lord Justice Ward considered the argument, and found that urinating in public is not “cumulatively intolerable”. Why? Because, he says, the act was not “obviously visible” from the Pusey’s home. You have to crane your neck to see.
So. Going to the toilet in public is fine.
Only, it wasn’t fine when Philip Laing widdled on a Sheffield war memorial in 2009. District Judge Anthony Browne ordered Laing to do 250 hours community service.
PHOTOS of the day: Joey Barton is The Dictator; The prom dress to impress; Carlos Tevez looks forward to Alex Ferguson’s death; dog pirates; the church missile; guards for guards; the pizza chopsticks; the worlds greatest T-shirt; the world’s second greatest T-shirt; the tree is low moving traffic; row, grandpa, row!; photoshop of the day; and Snoopy knows…
AZAD Miah raped children and enabled others to do the same. Miah has been found guilty of abusing five girls. The 44-year-old, used one of his four fast-food shops in Carlisle, Cumbria, as a brothel, using drugs, booze and cash to pay for vulnerable children to have sex with men.
At Carlisle Crown Court, Miah – who came to the UK from his native Bangldaesh at age 14 – spoke of the “white trash” he targeted. In his mind, the girls he abused deserved it. His own children would not be “out after 11pm in the town centre; they would not be in the city centre, drinking”.
Miah is a spokesman for Carlisle’s Muslims. He once lived in Rochdale, where nine Muslim men have been jailed for abusing children.
MADELEINE McCANN is dead. So says Derek Acorah. He tells the world: “She’s not on this earth any more.” But she in the celestial Sun, which leads with the opinions of a man who told us that Cheryl Cole and Ashley would have a baby in 2011, Michael Jackson is communicating, World Cup WAGS were going to jail and that Bournemouth and Brighton are about to be submerged beneath sea ice.
Still, Acorah hedges his bets and says that although Our Maddie is gone she is set to be reincarnated, most likely, perhaps, as Cheryl Cole’s baby.
“I know her parents are convinced Maddie is alive and I’m really sorry – but the little one has been over in the spirit world for some time. I don’t think she’ll be there long before she reincarnates. When children pass over who haven’t had full lives I believe they choose the time to come back in the same form again — as another little girl.”
AS the EURO 2012 Trophy was paraded on Kiev’s Independence Square, Ukraine’s football fans looked at the dancing girls. Then the local Femen protestors emerged from the crowd. Topless and fired up they stormed the stage. The Femen women are against prostitution, especially during the Euros, and in favour of emancipating women. The thoughts and ideals of the gogo dancers on the Uefa podium were not solicited. The Femen women yelled and scrapped. The all-male guards and police wrestled them into submission.
ROBERTO Mancini is under pressure to get a Manchester City crest tattooed on his leg. Why? Because his other leg already bears a Sampdoria crest, which he acquired after his team won Serie A in 1991.
He is reported to have said: “I have another leg. If I win the Premier League with Manchester City, I might get one.”
Note the word ‘if’ in that sentence.
PREMIER League Last Day Photos – Joey Barton loses it for QPR; former Tottenham Hotspur goalkeeper Marlon Furlop wins third spot for Arsenal (in place of Spurs; although Man United are still North London’s top team) and Manchester City provide a fitting and joyous minute of madness…
TV executives looking for the next big strand – a dog named Pudsey has just won Britain’s Got Talent, a sign that Simon Cowell’s dumb animal circuses have reached their goal – could consider Celebrity Savers, a TV show in which stars rescue ‘ordinary’ members of the public from a disaster. (Celebrity charity gigs and quiz shows are old hat. Direct action is required, and stopping short of getting Olly Murs to conduct open heart surgery on a child, heroism is the way to go.)
The ‘process’ in already well advanced. This week we’ve seen ‘Marathon Man’ Dustin Hoffman save the life of a jogger named Sam Dempster, who suffered a cardiac arrest while out jogging in London’s Hyde Park. Hoffman was billed as a hero in the press for dialling 999.
Paramedic Martin Macarthur and Luke Sullivan raced to the scene. They used a defibrillator on Mr Dempster. It could be argued that it was these trained medic who saved the jogger’s life. But the joy of spotting a star cannot be understated, and Mr Sullivan seems keen to appear on Celebrity Savers, telling media:
“He was the calmest person I have ever seen in that situation. He had witnessed someone collapse and crash into the tarmac, he witnessed us doing CPR and defibrillating, and witnessed him waking up. He said to us ‘good job guys’ and calmly walked away.”
FLASHBACK to 1976. Argos is the high street darling. Richard Tompkins, creator of those Green Shield Stamps has rebranded his ‘Green Shield Gift House’ as Argos. Now cash would replace stamps as currency. The first store opened in July 1973, in Canterbury, Kent. And by 1976, all the family know where to get their general goods from. Just take a gander at the Olivetti typewriters, the After Eight mints silver-style Gun Carriage,the Pifco Hoverdryer Hood hairdryer, the Richochet Racers and much else besides…
LAST night on Question Time, the BBC’s flagship chat show for the political elite and showbiz smilers who do issues, the matter of how nine men who conspired “to engage children under 16 in sexual activity” in and around Rochdale Lancashire came up. What followed was mealy-mouthed wince-fest, in which the matter of race was not debated but invited to be part of the bigger debate. Join the debate is the clarion call of the directionless politician and self-censoring hack.
Peter Oborne, a big voice in the Tory commentariat, said that the underage girls raped by paedophiles were not only victims of weak men who like to have sex with vulnerable children, but, moreover, were symbols of a fallen society:
“What does it tell us about what’s happened to our society that we have 12 year old girls, 13 year old girls, who are happy to give up their affection and their beauty to men in exchange for a packet of crisps?”
WITH her burnt-to-a-crisp complexion, New Jersey’s ‘tanorexic’ mum Patricia Krentcil looks like a poster girl for anti-tanning campaigns. In fact, no sooner had she received notoriety for her exceptionally brown skin (picture captions have even clarified that she is ‘not in blackface’) than health campaigners adopted her as a scarecrow, using her high-profile case as fodder to renew their efforts to extend indoor tanning bans.
Krentcil stands accused of imposing her passion for tanning on her five-year-old daughter after the girl told a school nurse that she got a burn mark after going ‘tanning with mummy’. The 44-year-old mum says that her daughter got the burn from playing outside in the sun. Krentcil believes that she is the victim of a witchhunt and says that whoever is going after her is doing it because they are ‘jealous, they’re fat and they’re ugly’. Move over, Samantha Brick!
It’s 1977. Peggy Hodgson, a single mum and her four children are living in a rented 3-bedroom home at 284 Green Street, Enfield, London.It’s the home where Bill Wilkins once lived and died. Things have been moving about the place, as if one their own. Thing are going bump in the night. There is a tapping running up and down the walls. And then one night Janet Hodgson, 11, opens her mouth and out comes the voice of an old man. It says:
“Just before I died, I went blind, and then I had an haemorrhage and I fell asleep and I died in the chair in the corner downstairs.”
Afraid – and not only of the home’s decor – Peggy Hodgson called the police. WPC Carolyn Heeps signed a statement that she had seen a chair move: “A large armchair moved, unassisted, 4 ft across the floor.”
TO the premier of The Dictator, Sacha Baron Cohen’s new flick based on the life and daydream of the late Colonel Gaddafi. For reasons that need little explaining, Baron Cohen shared the red carpet with Mohamed Al-Fayed, the owner of fuggin’ Fulham FC who bought a larger-than-life statue of Michael Jackson (7ft 6ins) and stuck it by the club’s Craven Cottage ground. Why? Why the fug not? Ask yourself what a Fulham fan might have expected of that new statue made to accompany the existing effigy of club legend Johnny Haynes. Perhaps a statue of a famous Fulham fan, like Terry McCann from Minder, Wolfie ‘Citizen’ Smith or Ray Brooks (the voice of Mr Ben). Instead the fans got Michael Jackson, who saw Fulham play Wigan in 1997. Fayed gave The Cottagers the figure of man who spoke in a girly voice and seems to have been as much into football as he was into plate tectonics. The question must be why would Baron Cohen would not take Al-Fayed to The Dictator premier and then pretend to shoot him in the head with golden pistol?
WHEN Lizzy Grant failed to make it pop, her managers, stylists and money men recreated her as internet sensation Lana Del Rey. And Lana Del Ray is a big star. The stage persona works. And then she sang on Saturday Night Live. And it was like Lizzy Grant had never gone away. She sang. And she danced. Well, less danced than swayed like a lazy eye. And one bight spark set about creating a chronicle of her dance moves. The best are here. And they are brilliant:
IS Lionel Messi racist? No. He isn’t. He plays football with black players. He does not differentiate between black and white opponents when skipping past them to score for Barcelona. He passes to anyone and everyone in his team. He shakes hands with black and white players. On the hand, arguing for the prosecution, is Dutch footballer Royston Drenthe, a former Real Madrid player now on loan at Everton who says Messi called him a “negro”:
“I played many times against Messi and we always had problems with one another. You know what bothers me so much? That tone with which he always says, ‘negro, negro’. I understand that ‘negro’ is commonly used in South America. But we can’t stand it.”
You might suppose this were a trivial matter, one between the two players. But in the cauldron of anti-racism, where the champions of zero-tolerance seek out racism, the single allegation is front-page news in the Sun, Britain’s biggest-selling paper.
DID you about those godless Chinese grinding up the bones and flesh of dead babies and turning the desiccated human cement into mouth-sized capsules to be taken after meals? South Korean customs officials say they impounded thousands of capsules filled with the powdered meat of human babies. The drugs were said to be produced in northeastern China (yeah, not far from the border with South Korea’s dread enemy North Korea).
The South Koreans say that the 17,450 capsules were being used as stamina boosters and cures for a range of diseases. But, oddly, no-one has been arrested for what sound like a heinous product. And the customs officials who found the horrible stuff want to remain anonymous.
RIP Vidal Sassoon, the world’s most famous hairdresser. He was 84. He was, was he not, head and shoulder above all other hairdressers. As the man who was worth a few bob told it:
“When I first came into hair, women were coming in and you’d place a hat on their hair and you’d dress their hair around it.”
Bald men can dream that such a style will one in vogue for both sexes…
“We learned to put discipline in the haircuts by using actual geometry, actual architectural shapes and bone structure. The cut had to be perfect and layered beautifully, so that when a woman shook it, it just fell back in.”
FANS of The Beatles hated All This And World War ll, a film that mashed up actual 1940s World War 2 footage with Hollywood actors pretending to fight in war films and set it to people singing songs by the Fab Four. This 1976 flick was not the work not of a Japanese fan in his mum’s basement but the mighty 20th Century Fox.
So, which song and signer went with what footage? You might enjoy the bit where the German charge into Poland as Ambrosia sings “Roll up for the mystery tour”. Peter Gabriel’s belt out “Strawberry Fields Forever” – “living is easy with eyes closed” – as Neville Chamberlain shows off his worthless peace treaty. Tina Turner covers “Come Together” – “choo choo eyeballs” – is the Japanese march up and down. Gawd, those Beatles were significant.
The Top of The Pops albums began life in 1968. Alan Crawford approached Pickwick Records with his idea for an album of 12 hot songs played by session musicians and people who sounded like the stars. The idea was to pump out a disc every 6 to eight weeks. If listening to the hottest sounds priced at a discount on your home stereo was not enough, consumers were further seduced by the cover art, which always featured a studio portrait of an up-and-coming model. The “Best Of” the year albums featured a model on a poster and calendar.
Pickwick’s MD Monty Lewis told the art team to create a cover that “could be seen from the other side of Victoria Station”. It was simple and effective marketing, aided by the fact that the BBC had not protected its brand – Pickwick could legally call its albums Top of The Pops.
Cambridge University’s Caesarian Sunday creates Government change of heart on public sex and marijuana
The Telegraph is aghast, telling its readers of “stripping, vomiting, and drinking”. In one episode that a less serious paper might call “chilling”, “revellers vomited just metres away from where young children played”. Metres! The Telegraph readers are outraged. Yards! It’s yards!!
The young children are epitomised by the only child cited, the one belongong to a Tracy Burton, 31, from Cambridge, who says:
“It totally ruined our afternoon and my four-year-old now says he doesn’t want to go back to the park.”
The Press Association reports that neuropsychologist Dr David Lewis has made an amazing discovery. He tells us:
“While the immediate euphoric buzz generated by the flood of feelgood chemicals released into the rider’s brain and body seem likely to fade fairly rapidly, more subtle effects may well exert their influence for far longer.”
You might feel thrilled for longer. You can’t argue with the doctor. It’s just facts!
WITH Madeleine McCann high on the news cycle, the people at Voucher Digg are using the missing child’s image to showcase their latest offer: holidays at lowcostholidays.com. VoucherDigg.co.uk, we are told is “the UK’s leading independent discount deal and voucher codes & vouchers travel website”. The caption beneath Madeleine McCann reads “Best Value”. One theory is that the child was kidnapped and then sold.
Can it be that its owners are the only people in the country who don’t know that Madeleine McCann is missing, and that she went missing on holiday..?
The blurb reads:
lowcostholidays.com can hardly give out this kind of offer. Hurry up for time is limited. Take the ones you loved and enjoy your life.
Is this for real?
THE ten hottest women currently doing time in US prisons are…busy tonight. But when they get out they will be looking for love. Ranker brings us the finest filly felons from Meet-an-inmate.com. Top of the bunks is, allegedly, Renee Bell, 33, who tells us that her man: “Must be willing to commit eventually. I promise you won’t be disappointed. Postage is hard to come by in prison, if possible send stamps.”
If you do not commit, fail to commit of look like you will not commit, remember that Renee Bell, reportedly, has done time. She adds: “I got involved with the wrong guy at a young age and I am paying the price, now I want to find the right guy.” And the wrong guy might want to find you, to make sure you’re looking after Renee…
Others to watch:
YOU want to make love to the camera but the camera has made other plans. Take care, glamour models, with bad lighting and a misplaced pot plant, this could be you in our gallery of Awkward Glamour Photos: