The Grubs: Sing-a-long-a-Mike

OK all you pop-pickers out there, (now that really dates me!) I would like you all to gather in pubs and clubs around Britain and sing this little song.

Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble,
When you're perfect in every way,
He looks in the mirror each morning,
He gets better looking each day,
To know him is to love him
He must be a hell of a man,
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble,
When you're name is Gerry McCann.

OK, maybe it's a bit of a cheap shot at Mr Grub, but it is nothing compared to what has been said by the McCann family and supporters club, to those who have the hide to speak out about their beloved heroes - heroes who left three children unattended night after night. Aunt Phil, has apparently referred to some people who have offered suggestions of help as a "coven of witches" (thanks to one of my readers for that info).

Nor can the above little ditty be compared to the British media who have openly and offensively derided those who attack The Sacred Cows.

On an almost daily basis, we hear the McCanns appealing for information. Yet when help and information is given all they do is go out of their way to offend the very people they are appealing to.

It seems this blog has come to the attention of The McCann Glee Club, and we may see a steadily increasing influx of posts referring to us as "sickos" and other obscene names. Supporters also have a penchant for using the word "suck" and "sucking". I can understand that - their motto is "There's a sucker born every minute". People who can hardly afford to go to the fish and chip shop, let alone a Tapas bar, are digging into their pockets to help the mysterious and quickly established fund.

Well, if that's the way they want to play, that's fine by me. Because every time the family and supporters open their mouths, they suffer from foot and mouth disease.

"I come from a land down under
Where women glow and men thunder
And when you hear the thunder
You better run, better take cover."