Can you smell old man’s piss yet?

Filthy Aussie pedo flashing satanic hand signal, yesterday.


And so Rolf Harris is finally bang to rights for being a nonce and I for one am very glad indeed.

You see- in 1981, when I was aged only eight, Rolf Harris very nearly ruined my life.

It was my parents’ fault, of course.

They had taken me on a pre-Christmas trip to the local Cash & Carry: a kind of trade warehouse for small businesses (such as our pub) where you could buy industrial-sized blocks of cheese and the like. In my family, this pretty much counted as a day out.

As it was Christmas time, in addition to the cheese, chips and glacé cherries, the Cash & Carry was also stocking various albums. Being a bit of a home computer fan (I had a VIC-20 at the time, with a whopping 3.5K of usable RAM) my eyes were instantly drawn to this:


I was also fascinated by this:

Immediately, I asked my mum if I could please please please have both, or either (I wasn’t greedy) for Christmas.

“Oh, you don’t want THOSE!” she cackled at me. “You wouldn’t like THOSE at all! They’re just a LOAD of RUBBISH!”

“But pl-e-e-e-a-se!” I pleaded.

“Oh, come along,” she said, pulling me by my coat.

I kept wailing “Pl-e-e-e-a-se!” all the way to the car, until she snapped “If you don’t stop whingeing you won’t be getting ANYTHING for Christmas! …except a BLOODY SMACK!”

I took this to mean a remote but possible yes to Kraftwerk and/or Pink Floyd.

I could but hope.

*    *    *

Later that day found us in Woolworths, where I was suspiciously waylaid by dad at the pick’n’mix. Either by chance or malicious design, we both ended up at the tills at exactly the same time as mum. She hadn’t seen me, so I got a good view of a cassette tape she was holding.

Even at a distance, I could see the plastic case was wrapped in the tell-tale cardboard of the Music For Pleasure label. Although I was only eight, I already knew that they released nothing but crap, sold cheaply in Woolies.

Closer, I got a look at the cover.

It was Rolf Harris Sings Songs for Children.

“Who’s that for?” I asked.

“Oh, er.. well,” mum began. “It’s for a very special little boy for his Christmas present.”

“Oh,” I replied, blankly.

I didn’t know any very special little boys. But maybe it was for my one of my cousins.

*    *    *

Of course, Christmas arrived and I opened up the Rolf tape and felt a great wave of despair at the family I had been born into. Not for the first time, I hoped that I was maybe adopted and might therefore be rescued by my real parents. The ones who understood me.

*    *    *

A few years later, I managed to buy both Dark Side of the Moon and Computer World (on CD by then) and they remain two of my all-time favourite albums.

As for the Rolf tape- after one cursory listen, I pulled half the tape out and made out that my tape player had chewed it up.

I didgerididn’t like him then and I didgeridon’t now.

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