I am known for making the statement, "The only good homophobe is a dead one," and I shall always stand by this.
In the wake of the recently high-profile celebrity deaths, I am starting to think that this applies to some, if not the majority, of the UK's tabloid hacks.
When I was "nabbed", I envisaged, if not actually prayed for, some kind of event on the M6 to rid us of a few of these pariahs whose lives are lived to make others' lives, and those of their loved ones, an utter misery. Then the vehicle was a small car...at the current rate, it will soon be a fleet of double-decker buses and hopefully with the stalkers and the homophobes behind the wheel.
Prior to this I lived through the horrendous headlines written about Rock Hudson, Freddie Mercury, Justin Fashanu, and Joey Stefano. Whoever or whatever these men were, they did not deserve all the poison and vitriol slung at them from the tabloids.
George Michael and Debbie Reynolds, the two most recent losses, were much-loved legends. What Sun and Mirror journalists are now writing about them is absolutely vile, yet not one of these hacks would ever be fit to lick the muck off their shoes. Now, even the Daily Express has jumped on to the bandwagon, raking up nasty and mostly speculative stories before these wonderful people's bodies have time to grow cold.
There's not much more that I can say...other than that my hopes for 2017 will be for one where stalkers' and tabloid hacks' demises will tally with if not exceed those beautiful folk that we have said goodbye to in 2016.
The big difference will be that their passing, thankfully, will go unnoticed because, by and large, they were nobodies dishing the dirt on others a million times more loved and respected than they would be in a dozen lifetimes. The world will piss on their graves.