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in the 20th revised edition of Malleus
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“You’re under arrest,” Constable
O’Shea said before he subjected Adrian Mitchum to a sobriety test. Possibly he may have meant to be kind; but O’Shea was an Irishman given to black moods. Numbed
by monotony, his thoughts were phlegmatic and unassuming. A man whose exterior
resting expression matched a sullen and
lumbering interior. Mitchum, by
contrast, sported ruggedly handsome
features, a casual bearing, and a rakish sense of mischief. An acute, specific
detail man, he was not given to impetuousness, his foremost gift being acerbity and a natural attitude of superiority
not unmixed with disdain. But
every so often he couldn’t prevent himself from losing it. And this was one of those occasions. With the
accumulated passion of a well-trained man of action who doesn’t give a damn, Mitchum
spilled his guts: “I don’t think you
understand who you’re dealing with, here,” he exclaimed. “Best you learn
your f****** place...you don’t run this f******
country...you f****** Irish pleb!” Having made plain his displeasure, Mitchum, the cool, analytical professional regained the appearance of perfect sang-froid by buttoning up his fly: “You haven’t heard the last of this!”
country...you f****** Irish pleb!” Having made plain his displeasure, Mitchum, the cool, analytical professional regained the appearance of perfect sang-froid by buttoning up his fly: “You haven’t heard the last of this!”
“Indeed, mate...” Constable O'Shea parried. "Chances are, you haven't either!”
“Well, imagine my embarrassment!” Mitchum’s demeanour suggested the obduracy of
a man with a total disregard for the consequences. “It’s a bloody
liberty. If a man can’t take a piss, the human
race is really in trouble.
I thought you guys were supposed to f****** help us.” But once again PC O’Shea remained resolutely
unengaged. He knew the procedure. “On
your bike,” he ordered
matter-of-factly, and
that was the end of that.
Three
weeks later Adrian Mitchum received a summons from the Derby and South Derbyshire
Magistrates’ Court. Page 3 contained a Statement
of Facts, which read as follows:
At 20.45 hours on 13th January
2012, the defendant was seen by a police officer to commit an indecent act by
urinating in a public place. When questioned and told the facts would be
reported he expressed no regret. The Prosecutor will request costs of £ 400 at
Court – do not pay in advance.
How the press got hold of the story remains uncertain, though it seems
likely that a bogus email and the leaking of
O’Shea’s log to a number of tabloids was
inadvertently responsible. On the
other hand, it was doubtless a great
relief to Mitchum, given Belinda’s propensity for attracting the wrong kind of
publicity, that she had declined to be interviewed for the six-o’clock slot on
the regional news. But while declaring that she was not in the habit of “publicising what my
friends do,” she also said that she was standing by her man. At which point those more interested in
pursuing this line of enquiry, noted that she appeared to spend much of her time
with another. Then again, who cares? A devout Catholic, Belinda’s dream had
been to put together a gender-realignment franchise that targeted transvestites
and rock stars alongside
supermodels and athletes competing in the 2018 World Gay Games, but her
real talent was playing music that owed a great deal to her own
improvisation. For whatever the reasons
for her remarkable flair – which The Mirror attributed to an “artistic
ambition but no creative talent” – Belinda Blew-James once sang in a Cardiff church choir
and played the French horn with the Cynon Valley Band in Glamorganshire.
Her
sage advice: enjoy life while you can.
What happened next is largely a matter of
unsubstantiated gossip, but an account of the incident subsequently
appeared on the website http://www.uk-ufo.co.uk, which posts
ufo sightings as submitted by the general public in Britain. Referred to as “The witness, a vocal
performer and a woman of the world,” Belinda had allegedly been confronted with a
“levitating entity”, three feet, six inches tall, or so it was claimed.. Indeed,
if the description of a “levitating
entity”, was never actually made by Miss Blew-James, nor any reference to the
subject of “Plebs” by Dr. Mitchum, then nothing that I could say in
conclusion would make things any clearer. Which is probably why their attempts to reassure members of the public
that they didn’t say what the public thought they said altogether failed to relieve the pressure on them to explain what
exactly it was they said.
If
you get the drift?
As
it happens, it was not until claims made by a witness known only as “Nick”,
with generous references to a paedophile ring at Westminster, that the Mitchum
affair lost ascendency. But not before it signalled a sudden and unexpected end
to a promising career. Moreover, since as I
believe, nothing
will acquit Mitchum of the charge of having committed a public nuisance, it would perhaps be as well to state the case
in his own carefully chosen words: “While
I would endeavour to reject the claim of irresponsible Ufo-websites, that I
have been levitating while taking a leak,
I am nevertheless prepared to acknowledge that I had great difficulty in keeping my
temper.”
of “a VIP gang which held sex parties at Dolphin Square”? The Derbyshire police commissioner Baldric Hogan-Hulk, speaking on Radio 5 Live, confirmed that “the man known as A. Mitchum” had been charged, but declined to be specific. “The details of the alleged affair have not been determined sufficiently for us to disclose to the media,” he said, but confirmed that they were “credible and true”[1]. The Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) said it would issue an arrest warrant if it was convinced "there is likely to be a case to answer". Mitchum himself described the allegations as "absurd and untrue". Constable O’Shea had his story, and said he was sticking to it.
And
there for the time being, the matter stood.
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