Monday, 23 June 2008

Gallery Eleven

Clarence Mitchell, hear me this twenty fourth day of June.

As this sordid case moves slowly but inevitably towards the only conclusion that can be, you will not for shame, not for shame and not for the tiniest scrap of dignity will you offer up the excuse for your actions that you were deceived.

No you will not do that, you have aligned yourself with two people that one day will become the most reviled and most infamous couple in the history of this country and undoubtedly,many more a place.

Kate and Gerry McCann are names that will be forever associated with every foul adjective that exists in the English, and every other language for that matter, that is spoken on this planet.

And there shall be one other name that will be forever associated with this vile pair, that name will be yours Clarence Mitchell, you know this, I know this, and when the time comes, the world will know this.

You have made your bed Mister Mitchell, you shall lie in it.

You will not for shame tell the world you were deceived.

Be assured, I won't let you try.



Un-fucking-believable, there are no other words, other than perhaps fucking shameless.

I do hope with all my heart they bang this detestable vile bitch and her poxy loathsome husband up for plenty and I mean plenty.

I know not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in gaol,
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.

And won't you know it madam, stuck in your eight by twelve all on your ownsome, because they are never going to let anyone come within a country mile of you, because the cons will have you.

You will have all the time in the world to reflect on the little performances you gave, just like this one.

Three minutes twenty four seconds.