I note with amusement we are now all in the frame for, well, framing the miners…
Mmm… I was not in the cops then… But that won’t stop Fred the seller of the Herald giving me jip… “I see you lot fitted up the miners eh?” He says today… “What, all of them?”, says I … “Even the ones that dropped a paving slab in that taxi driver? Murdering him ‘cos they thought he was a scab?”
“Anyway…I wasn’t in the job then… Not me…”
That’s the thing I hate most about the media in this country…everything.