The lazy anoraks ....

One of the main reasons for our disdain of anoraks is because they are lazy thieves. They steal from others who do the hard work to uncover the real story behind such gadflies as Ronan O'Rahilly. While Ronan's father was a hard-working and successful businessman building a tile manufacturing company that exported from the Republic of Ireland to England, his son was a sponger with an ego waiting to be fed by someone, providing it did not require Ronan to perform any form of work.

Ronan O'Rahilly came to the attention of Allan Crawford in the first part of 1963, and Crawford knew that he could use Ronan O'Rahilly to provide the introduction to his father and to find the original 'Radio Caroline' disc jockey who emerged as the renamed Simon Dee. But Crawford was a cog in a much, much bigger wheel that operated with military precision.

Crawford was not the boss, and neither was Jocelyn Stevens. Ian Cowper Ross was a kid who was hired as a junior dogsbody by Jocelyn Stevens.

To find the story that has been so carefully concealed it is necessary to investigate the lives of human beings in order to build a biographical picture of their lives. Everyone leaves footprints, because at the time they are creating them, they do not know that at a future time people like us will come looking for their past.

Anoraks are lazy thieves who steal research, because they are unwilling to perform the research and pay for it in time and money. We are not.

It is absolutely amazing how much you can learn about a person by having enough subscriptions to old publications, and to then assemble the fragments into a cold-case forensic crime board, and yes, this story is about a number of people who engaged in a conspiracy to break various laws.

We now have a pretty good idea of who they were and what they did.

This means that we now know how Ronan O'Rahilly, another vain-glorious dogsbody, fits into the overall story.

But the anoraks don't.

The anoraks are still wondering what people like Tony Blackburn had for breakfast on June 1, 1966. We don't care what he ate, in fact we are not that interested in Tony Blackburn, and we certainly are not interested in anoraks and their rusting hulk charity, or their related and irrelevant low-powered radio station.

This story is far, far bigger than even the brightest anorak thinks that it is, and anoraks and "brightness" is almost a contradiction in terms. In fact, it is a contradiction in terms.