With the double whammy of loose foxes hitting the headlines – ‘Foxy Knoxy’ and Liam Fox – I’m surprised the old red coated hunter wasn’t heard sounding his horn in tune with the other scarlet schemers, who at the time of writing are in full tally ho mode as they endeavor to run down the British Defense Secretary.
Course, none of us are really too interested in whether there was a breach of the rules, any secrets compromised, or indeed any money earned by Mr. Fox’s ‘best friend.’
In a sad reflection of our time and its somewhat dubious level of priorities, bubbling around, not too far below the surface, is the real question everyone wants to know, namely were they having an affair?
Was he whisking the boyfriend around on these jolly junkets of exotic jet travel? Believe me, in this day and age, a revelation of that ilk would make far bigger media fodder than our nuclear capabilities being compromised. What a strange bunch the Brits really are.
No wonder the rest of the world thinks we’ve just about lost it. Personally I think they’re probably right.
Then of course we come to the other road runner. ‘Foxy’ Knoxy. Well, I’ll tell you, I’m not at all sure about that one. Something about her just doesn’t ring true. Sure she managed a few tears, yes she was able to tremble for the cameras, but all we were really observing was the sheer relief of someone no longer looking at a life behind bars.
There was no real humility, no mention of the ‘friend’ who was brutally hacked to pieces, no sympathetic comments for the girl’s family. No talk of seeking out the true perpetrators. Just her own self centered plans – and believe me there will be plenty of those around the corner.
What we have to remember here is the fact that she hasn’t been found not guilty of this murder, merely had the original verdict overturned as ‘unsafe.’ To me, pretty as she undoubtedly is, there is a faint aurora of the Manson girls hovering around her psyche and we all know what they were capable of. No I would definitely not turn my back on our ‘Foxy’. Not for an instant.
Finally I would like to extend my congratulations to Sir Paul and his new bride. (I bet he spent a fortune on all that hair!). I would however like to dispel the somewhat nostalgic notion that he chose the birthday of John Lennon to tie the knot. Considering their relationship over the last few years of Lennon’s life, I would think that planning their special day to coincide with his ex band members birthday is nothing short of laughable.
No, pure coincidence I’m afraid. Sorry about that all you romantics out there.
Keep the faith