|"Hmmm", mused Tony, "I can see rain clouds. It must be Tuesday"|
Question: When is an investigation not an investigation?
Answer: When it doesn't investigate.
One thing which has always made me laugh is Tony Bennett's fondness for the awarding of grandious titles to his ranks of brain dead. "Researcher!", their avatar exclaims
And of course his band of knobheads are suddenly ''experts'', usually on an international stage. It's amazing how many global opinion leaders seem to flock to a tiny website with hardly any members whose DNA isn't a match to Baldylocks
So what do they do, if not 'investigate'?
They study. Specifically, they study the available evidence, which although plentiful in this case is not complete. There seems to be two camps on this - one which maintains that all the evidence which was available to the PJ is now available to us, and one which dreams of files withheld because of their significance or value, to be magically produced at some time in the future.
The truth is, both are wrong.
Files pertaining to the PJ investigation which were withheld were those which fulfilled certain criteria, rather than beng withheld because of any special significance. However, no evidence collected by UK forces, with the exception of that collected under an LOR and a few random items which appear to have slipped through, has been placed in the public arena. That is everything collected at the time and everything collected since, by Operation Grange.
So what Bennett and his Band of Buggers do is study what is available, which consists of an unknown perentage of the whole.
Ah, but they DO investigate, I hear Verdi cry in the distance. Well, writing impertinent letters to people who were in PdL at the time or stalking the wrong Martin Smith do not count, I'm afraid.
They have conducted no interviews.
They have spoken to no witnesses, unless in the process of making a nuisance of themselves.
They have commissioned no experts (Sit down Richard)
They have conducted no experiments (Not you, Darren)
They have done what we have all done - studied the available evidence, read the published accounts, perhaps educated ourselves about the jargon, the science, the law, procedures and practices. But none of them has investigated the case, not even Heriberto, the human octopus, whose 16ft long arms can snake their way across a room before making off with a child, pausing only to hopelessly misidentify a completely innocent woman in purple.
Don't get me wrong - I am all for studying this case. But let's call it what it is, and not make out like we are Magnum PI, strolling around Portugal in a bright shirt and comedy moustache.
Apart from Verdi, of course. The moustache suits her.
|Verdi was delighted to be starring in the remake - Sphagnum PI|