Just when you thought this arsehole country could not possibly get any more insane, news reaches the docile masses that Asil Nadir, the Polly Peck fugitive, is to receive legal aid, to fight fraud charges stemming from the collapse of his empire (or house of cards as it should better be described) 20 years ago. Now I read somewhere that 'providing the case is in the interests of justice', legal aid is granted regardless of financial status. Oh bravo, that's alright then. I had this foolish notion that all court cases were held in the interests of justice, but something got lost in the translation.
Mr Turkish Delight bought PP in the 70's. It was a textile company, which he expanded into fruit distribution and packaging and subsequently, consumer electronics. Don't know 'bout you, but whenever I think of textiles and clothing, pomegranates and hi-fi's just slipstream into my subconscious...
Well, whatever old Anusol was up to, as soon as the fruit hit the fan, he took an extended vacation (17 years) to the Turkish bit of Northern Cyprus where, as good fortune and immaculate timing should have it, he'd squirreled away about £200 million in the two years before Polly shuffled off its' mortal perch in 1990. Presumably a premonition...just to keep the 'p' consonantal aliteration going you understand. Further, this convenient neck of the woods has no extradition treaty with the UK, from which fact, the term 'royal shafting' presumably emanates.
Now Mr NoScruples may indeed be innocent of all charges, just as the River Clyde is host to shoals of barracuda, but fuck me, legal aid?!? The 70 year old shacks up in a £20,000 a week flat, gets an (Armani) electronic tag lashed to his ankle, has to turn up at Plod Central once a week in a limo and then shuffles off home to his 27 year old wife (who like Paul Daniel's wife, surely wasn't in it for the money) for a deluxe spam fritter supper from the local chipper, washed down with a splash of Chateau Lafite Rothschild from a cracked pint mug. Enough punishment already.
Look, this sonofabitch played politics back in TurkeyCyprusville thru his media outlets, which left him with a tax bill for $6million. Whilst the various factions fight it out over his duplicitous affiliations, he picks up another multi-million contract to run an airport in Northern Cyprus.
So what do we surmise from this bundle of facts or fiction...
#Having watched Midnight Express years ago, I think Asil caught a rerun on Movies4Men, coming to the conclusion that he should cut his losses(sic) and come back to the old country, rather than get pumped by an outsized Turkish prison warder in an Istanbul chokey. Ok, having soap on a rope doesn't guarantee your safety in a UK hotel...sorry, prison, but(t) the likelihood of your being 'a friend of the sausage' is proportionately reduced.
# Asil was not intending to apply for legal aid, or so we were told in 2003. Apparently his friends were going to help him. This has indeed proved to be the case, though we were never told that his friends were in fact the UK Government, who lay down the obviously completely fucked up rules in the first place.
#This country once again proves itself to be a safe haven and soft touch on another crooked 'businessman', who left investors owed over £1billion and the life savings and pensions of thousands of innocent individuals wiped, whilst feathering his own nest, which presumably still holds a sizeable egg. This septuagenarian snake, slithers back into the United Kindadum and we pick up the tab to see him get a fair trial.
It's an equitable life, Henry...
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