Cliff-face.
…and then this
random guy stood in for him.
I have a number
of questions Re. Julia Quenzler’s artistic representation of Courtroom Cliff,
but one in particular's at the top of the list: why, when he’s one of the most
famous faces in popular culture from the past sixty years, does the picture look like she’d never
clapped eyes on him? It’s not like he’s a member of public who had
remained anonymous right up to the moment he stepped into the dock; he’s Cliff
fucking Richard. Except Cliff wouldn’t be fucking Richard, because that would
make him gay and he ABSOLUTELY DEFINITELY ISN’T.
Even if by some
bizarre twist of fate the artist had never seen Cliff before, that’s still no
excuse. According to the article he was in the dock for over an hour, so she
had plenty of time to capture his likeness. I’ve heard of people having
difficulty drawing hands or feet, but if you can’t draw faces, you probably
shouldn’t be a courtroom artist. If it were an identikit picture, the authorities
would be hunting for a wizened David Jason.
All this Cliff
talk calls to mind one of my favourite overheard snippets of conversation,
which was eavesdropped in Wilkinson a few years ago: “Do you want to buy the
Cliff Richard calendar? He’s smiling...”
(You can't fault their logic.)