Thursday, July 3, 2014

Ooh, what a dead giveaway that was

As someone who was a teenager in the 70s, I do recall it as a time when many adult men had taken the sexual revolution of the 1960s to mean that women were now quite literally up for grabs, much to the disgust, shame and trauma of untold numbers of my female cohort.  So the news about Rolf Harris didn't come as any particular surprise - there but for the grace of God go millions of other men of a similar age.

But, celeb falls from grace being what they are, the denunciations are coming thick and fast, in a way any citizen of 17th Century Europe would recognise if they'd witnessed traitors being dealt with: new, previously-unheard-of victims of his crimes spring forth from every side, and everyone with connections to the miscreant must now reject his works, eradicate evidence of past support for him or, better yet, declare how they always knew deep down he was a bad'un.  Rolf should be glad we don't do hanging, drawing and quartering any more.

My favourite denunciation so far comes from the art critic of the Guardian.  He "saw Rolf Harris' dark side" first hand in an encounter with him at the unveiling of Harris' portrait of the Queen.  Intrigued to discover what sinister behaviour had gone unremarked at the time but become clearly incriminating in hindsight, I read the article.  Here is the chilling passage concerned:

I asked him if he seriously believed that his portrait was a good work of art.

Anger suddenly crossed his previously beaming face.  That dark side...

Oh, the horror!  This critic merely told him his painting was crap, and that was enough to make a look of anger cross his face!  "O villain, villain, smiling, damn├Ęd villain!"

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