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1984?

Just been flicking through yesterday's Guardian and found this article.

For those who can't be bothered to click through, the gist of it is that Babyshambles singer Pete Doherty has been banned from playing at a music festival in Wilshire. The reason? Not because he's a mad druggy who needs a good carb-laden lunch and a thorough scrub with a nail brush, not that he's a Scourge on the Nation and A Danger To Our Impressionable Youth. No, that would all be far too direct.

Pete D. has been banned from mounting the stage because his fans have a tendency to get a touch too excited for the liking of the authorities. Yup. It's all about Health & Safety. Apparently.

This quote, however, from local Plod Paul Williams is a worrying glimpse into the hearts and minds of the British authorities. Read and weep; "Experts are telling us that the profile of fans that follow Pete Doherty and Babyshambles is volatile and they can easily be whipped up into a frenzy, whereas the profile of someone that would follow around Cliff Richard or Bucks Fizz, for example, is completely different."

Obviously Superintendant Williams isn't in any danger of becoming a member of MENSA any time soon, but really...we pay these people to police our streets?

Comments

Anonymous said…
I think Superintendent Paul Williams is quite right, despite being a closet Cliff and Fizz fan on his days off. He deserves his high salary, paid for with my taxes, just for banning Pete Doherty from boring the good folk of Wiltshire out of their minds. Talking of which, do you know anybody in MENSA? A thicker more ignorant bunch you would have difficulty finding. I have personal family experience. Deluded nerds to a man/woman.

Yours - a Guardian Reader

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