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Please Sir, oh, just please then

Right, fine, Sir Fred is now plain Fred. Backslaps all round. Justice has been served. Well done all. Some thoughts, though: whilst Goodwin (or possibly just plain FG these days, having forfeited even the right to an unabbreviated name) was clearly a colossal dick and is single handedly responsible for the misery of thousands, so were a whole bunch of people. I'm curious as to whether or not the chopping down of the man who's come to symbolise the venality of bankers will sate the public's bloodlust, particularly after the token humiliating of Hester; in which case an entire crate of penises will be breathing a big sigh of relief and cracking open the Montecristos. It needs bearing in mind that Fred Goodwin was not the banking crisis, and the banking crisis was not Fred Goodwin. It's also worth bearing in mind that he's still trousering a £375k p.a. pension, so whilst it may sting a little, I'm sure he'll lie back in his bed made of money and reflect that it could be worse.

Another though occurs. Jeffrey Archer is a Lord. He is also a convicted felon. If Goodwin has brought disgrace upon his office, then what about perjurer and all round scumbag Jeff? Is it because he still crops up in Hello! ? He's merely the most obvious example, Labour peer Fred Goodwin was never convicted of anything, Tory donor Jeffrey Archer was. I spy with my little eye something beginning with "double-standard"

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