The Sun's reports on Gary Glitter's release and return to Britain this week have had me captivated. They seem to love all of this a bit too much. My favourite avenue of journalism they have delved down is a handy pictorial guide to the 'Faces of a paedo'. This was the Sun's way of helping us spot Glitter in the various 'disguises' he takes on, like he is a glam rock version of the shape-shifting cyborg in Terminator 2. It even seems to claim that his famous 1972 big hair and sparkly jumpsuit combo was some kind of cunning paedo camouflage, hardly inconspicuous. In fact all of his many clever disguises (4) seem a little rubbish - bright red bandanna, black rimmed glasses and long, wispy goatee being his least likely look to help him blend in.
Well disguised or not, Glitter is going to be found where ever he tries to hide. The tabloid press scrum are making sure of that, as they chase him around the country, from bolt-hole to bolt-hole, like a frenzied, underfed pack of camera nosed hounds, chasing a bisto covered fox with legs made of chum and goose fat.
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