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The thorniest of issues, well, no, not really.

Convicted rapist Ched Evans has been offered a job by the current league leaders in Malta , Hibernians (on no account to be confused with Scottish side Hibernian, who have not offered convicted rapist, Ched Evans, a contract). Now, there has been some controversy as to whether or not convicted rapist, Ched, Evans, should be offered a position playing for a football team, as that is what he does for a living. The rape’s more of a sideline. Some argument s have been made along the lines of time has been done, debt to society paid, what have you. I have some sympathy with these arguments. The whole idea of our justice system is, in theory, based upon redemption and rehabilitation (stop laughing at the back).

Other arguments, (including those advanced by convicted rapist, Ched Evans), I have less sympathy with. You know the ones, at the least repulsive they start with “who hasn’t had sex with a girl who was too drunk” (Um, me. Most people. You see, if she was too drunk to say no then I was either a) too drunk to say yes, or to work out where she was, or who I was, and probably ended up taking a bus to Southport by mistake, or falling asleep half out the window or b) sober enough to go ahh, maybe not, might kip on the chair this evening, or fall asleep half out the window – a pattern develops) at the most repulsive they include the phrase “asking for it” and the less time we spend dealing with THOSE dickheads, the better, we’re all pushed for time.

In this confusing world, with all its ambiguities and subtleties, it’s hard to know where to draw the line on many issues. Well, not with this one it’s not. If she’s too incoherent to actively consent to intercourse, it’s rape, something which convicted rapist, Ched Evans, appears to have difficulty getting his head round. Getting your mate to film it on his phone isn’t rape, that’s just a bit weird, well, a lot weird, actually it freaks me the fuck out, what is it with you kids and that? Jesus. Answers on an actual postcard to the usual address.

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