This is an article that I originally wrote and published in November 2002.
(I've revamped the page not the article)
Following the news that Canadian Human Rights lawyer, Richard Warman has issued a libel action against David Icke, I thought readers might like to hear (or be reminded of) what this man and his friends got up to in Vancouver (I think) whilst David Icke was visiting.
DICK AND THE TOSSERS
Richard Warman, a Canadian lawyer who in my opinion and oft related opinions of others, came over as a sorry - arsed attention seeker in a Channel 4 documentary on David Icke, a couple of years ago, (Many of whom incidentally, only watched the show to see what David Icke was up to these days.) continues his belligerent crusade against David's right to express his opinions. This time Warman has issued a libel action against him. What the charges are specifically I don't know, but contrary to Warman's accusations, David Icke is NOT anti-Semitic.
During the programme Warman, in a well-practiced maniacal cackle, drooled over his plot to censure people's opportunity to decide for themselves what they wish to hear. With flicking tongue, and quivering fingers spidering the air, he held court over his adoring, seemingly mesmerised collaborators. He delighted in announcing that of course if anyone was to throw a cream pie at David Icke, during his book signing he couldn't condone that. To which one side-kick agreed, oh no, we couldn't condone that, not someone throwing cream pies, oh no. (Insert more maniacal cackling from Warman and his fawning mate.)
The next day lizard - hooded cowards slithered into the book signing, barged their way up some stairs and threw a pie before bounding down the stairs and out behind the skirts of the night. It was a lousy aim but a small piece of the pie ricocheted off something else and on to David. David wiped it up with his finger and put it to his lips, 'More sugar!' he retorted.
Of course this was assault, but David was not the only victim that day. People in the shop were pushed and shoved by the marauding tossers, children's books and shop furniture were spattered with the sour goo.
And somewhere, from out in the shadows, a familiar maniacal cackle pierced the night air. But don't worry Richard. David loves you. He says so in his book.
Jon Ronson's piece on David Icke's visit to Vancouver