Read the Evening herald tonight; A brave (and lovely) young woman Christina Leech-Cleary was attacked by a sex pervert in Herbert park October 24th 2006. A brutal and vicious attack, which she managed to fight off, one that has left her shaken, fearful and traumatised. She contacted the guards who arrested the man at the scene.
Despite this, and despite obtaining a full statement from the little toerag Christina will not see justice, not one jot. Because the perverted little creep – who cannot be named for legal reasons – is the son of a diplomat. Not a diplomat himself, merely the son of one.
In his late 20s/early 30s, with an eastern european accent he has been described as a danger to all women. But there is nothing anyone can do, even identify him, to prevent him from attacking another woman.
Diplomatic Immunity is there to stop political harrassment of diplomatic staff by hostile or corrupt governments. It is not and never was intended to be used as an umbrella protection for either diplomats or their offspring from the usual course of the law. Article 31.1 of the Vienna Convention “it is the duty of all those enjoying the privileges and immunities to respect the laws of the receiving state.” Including not molesting, raping and maiming innocent women.
Christina Leech-Cleary deserves our gratitude for speaking out about this – her cowardly, anonymous, shielded attacker deserves our contempt and a long jail sentence. I hope his Diplomatic parent is feeling proud of him tonight!
Categories: politics and news
This morning Ms. Narky Knickers, holder of The World’s Most Nuerotic Flatmate 2007 title, appeared in the hall outside the bathroom dressed only in a skimpy towel, an open and equally skimpy bathrobe and sans even the most perfunctory of undergarments. Mr BodhránBanger was in the shower and as he is as blind as a bat without his glasses anyway I am not sure who she was trying to impress – but as luck would have it I was queuing for the shower and it was my eyes that got the intended treat. I use the term “treat” very, very loosely by the way.
I am by nature a modest person; it took me years to get used to the fad for communal changing rooms in clothes shops in the 80’s and 90’s and no one is more delighted than I am that it’s over and sepreate cubicles have truimphed. I don’t walk around stark naked in Gyms and I tend to cover my bits in public. Admittedly I dont’ have the world’s best figure 
but even at my most svelte I just wasn’t a tits and ass girl. But I know this probably places me in the minority and many of my friends walk around in the nude in front of other women without a second’s thought. Some dress to go out socially in clothes that my mother would term “Prostitute Chic” and good on ‘em if that’s what they like.
But when you share a home with a male you’re not sleeping with and especially one who belongs to another, some small nod to modesty is necessary. If only to prevent headlines of the “Flatmate Buried in Back Garden” variety.
Mr BodhránBanger, bless his modest little soul takes the attitude that she is desperate for any man’s attentions and that her main motivation is to feel she got one over on me, another female, by “winning” some kind of look or smile from him in response to her near nudity. I defend my sex naturally but the sad truth is he may well be right (though I think his loveliness may also be a contributing factor!) I think he is right about one thing though, she wouldn’t be happy til his eyes were out on stalks 
It gave her a little shock to find me standing there smiling at her; I doubt she’ll be doing that again of a morning. Still it reinforces the need to move and move quickly – the alternative is putting up with another month or two of passive agressive childishness. And wobbly bits first thing in the morning, unless mine or Mr BB’s, kind of put me off my Crunchy Nuts.
Categories: adventures in renting
