SWEET LITTLE FOURTEEN.

I wonder if Bill Wyman, like Mr Glitter, must be nicked by the Vietnamese police before our own Old Bill is emboldened enough to feel his collar.

 
I now pronounce you man and child;
you may kiss the child.

It is not disputed that Wyman raped Mandy Smith when she was 14 and he was in his forties.  The Rolling Stones, of course, are a national treasure and any investigation of Wyman might  lead to scrutiny of Sir Mick Jagger, 

knighted by Tony and Imelda, 
despite Brenda's objections

of Mr Keith Richards or of that other romancer of young women, wotsisname, the painter.

Painter Ron, with his 18 year-old lover.

The Rolling Stones are not a clapped-out old  novelty act, like Glitter but are nothing less than the greatest rock'n'roll band in the world,
 
although, if you believe that,
you'll believe anything

 academics and critics fawn on them, they receive their fan mail, often, between hard covers; just recently, the PBC's smug arty-fart, Andrew Graham-Dixon, 
 
Sir Keef, like myself, you are quintessentially a Renaissance man....

nearly wet himself, genuflecting  in an interview granted him by drug-raddled nincompoop, 
 
Uuuuugggh, like, what can I say, man, 
uuuuugggh, it's, like, you know, 
the blues,  man. Yeah?

Richards, rather as PBC folk used 

to  display  y'know, like, just massive respect for Sir Jimmy Savile, massive, you know, he's done so much for charity, massive respect.

It doesn't matter that Mandy Smith said she consented to Wyman raping her, she couldn't consent and Wyman should have been nicked and jailed. Bill has since boasted that he asked the cops if they wanted to talk to him about raping a child
and they said No. As usual.
 
No wonder he's grinning like a dirty old man.

Has  anyone now in Operation Nonce the courage to tackle the Establishments in-house bad boys?


In next week's Sweet Little Fourteen: 
Whole Lotta Fish.

How, when Led Zeppelin were inserting fish and vegetables and whips into teenage fans they wouldn't dream of doing it unless they had first scrupulously examined the girls' birth certificates. 'Snot as though they were degenerates, now, is it?  

Led Zeppelin's screecher,
Robbie Plant, 
then

 
and now.

The baubles of the Beast.