Ho Chi Minh look-a-like, Gary "The Tongue" Glitter now presents the figure of a raddled, dirty old man - he may even be diseased - when you see the current crop of photos of this one time pop idol. You have to wonder just what he got up to for all those years when the teenies saw him as a Music God and hung around his dressing room door. Young girls must have been throwing themselves at his feet; he must have been like a kid in a candy store. But even then, close up, you could see cracks through the make up and fright wig, that he wasn't what he appeared to be. Of course having ceased being that ludicrous, platform heeled, scaffolding shouldered glitter queen in bufont hair and outrageous kit, it's easier to see the real Paul Gadd, though he still likes to adorn himself with idiotic embellishments.
But we all loved him then. He was a survivor. He'd been through bankruptcy and come out the other side to rebuild his career and we cheered him on. He had it all going for him.


Meanwhile his sinister obsession lay hidden. What a chump to throw away his life and all he had for a sordid obsession he clearly couldn't and can't control. As if things weren't bad enough for him in the UK, he then goes and throws it all away again, first in Cuba, then Thailand and now Vietnam where sporting a ridiculous grey goatee beard and neck tuft with his eyebrows painted in, he stands ranting at the court that he's been fitted up by the British press. Well they may well have fitted him up but the person who fitted up Gary Glitter most, was Gary Glitter himself!

He could have lived in relative obscurity in any of those countries he fled to but for his lusting after pre-pubescent girls and there was more than enough eye witness evidence to confirm this. Now he just looks like a sad and somewhat demented old letch, a dangerous man you wouldn't want baby sitting your granny never mind your children. What makes it all the more apalling is his apparent disregard for his own dignity. Spitting fire and protest over his supposed innocence (having already back-handed his victims to drop charges of rape)leaves him looking more guilty by the hour. And when after deportation he returns to the UK in a couple of years time, he will no doubt have more music to face and it won't be as leader of the gang, but as a pariah in the community that once adored him. Sad!