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sequinsmile-x · 3 years

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Defence

They can’t stop each other from being hurt by the past so they do what they can now. They protect each other, their love fierce and soft in equal measure.

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Warnings: Canon typical violence

Thanks to @aubreyprc for reading this for me to ensure it made sense because I wrote 98% of it in a sleep deprived state. You’re the best, bestie <3

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Emily was sure she had never been so grateful for a case to be over. Eight days in a small town, with almost as many dead young boys. Lost at the hands of a man who was taking out his anger at losing his own son out on innocent local families.

She had watched as the man she loved struggled with it, the similarity between the dead children and his own son not lost on anyone in the team. She knew she’d hovered, stayed maybe a little too close, but she missed Jack too. She kept thinking about the homework she had been helping him with before they were called away, how it was probably still spread out on their dining room table.

She couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to never finish it, to walk back into a home that only had memories of the boy she loved as her own. They finished the case a little too late to fly home that evening. Aaron’s disappointment was sharp, his frustration coming out in barbed shouts at the team and the local cops as they packed away, broke down the room they had called home for more than a week. Some work needed finishing in the morning, the finilalsing of interviews that Aaron had said they would help with before they headed back to DC.

Dave had given her a silent look, asked her to work her magic. Emily led Aaron down a small, quiet, hallway and she gently assured him they’d see Jack the following day, that they’d pick him up from school and take him to see the movie he’d been raving about for weeks. It drew a smile out of him, and she had squeezed his hand, quipping that he owed everyone a drink.

It’s how they found themselves in a local dive bar, all crowded around a table. Aaron had his arm around her, slung over her shoulders, and she had hers around his waist. Any discomfort of public displays of affection in front of the team had melted away years ago. She could feel some eyes on them, cops they had worked with over the last week casting curious gazes in their direction, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The case was over, they were heading home in the morning. They could allow themselves to act like a normal couple.

Emily looks up at him and smiles when he looks back at her. She reaches up to press a quick kiss to his lips, her hand coming to rest on his cheek.

“I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back in a sec.” She kisses him again, and flips Derek off as she walks away when she hears him making a fake gagging noise.

As she enters the hallway she sees two of the officers from the case. Officer Peters, a difficult man who had looked at them all with contempt since they arrived, and his partner Officer Hayes. Peters was clearly a misogynist, his defiance towards her when they’d been partnered up on a couple of interviews over the last few weeks made that clear. She gets closer to them and stops, their conversation loud enough for her to hear.

“I looked him up, you know?” Officer Peters says, taking a sip of his drink, leaning in towards his partner like he was about to tell some grand secret, but not lowering his voice. “Do you remember The Boston Reaper?” He waits for a nod. “The suit killed him. With his bare hands.”

The mention of Foyet always made her blood run cold even all these years later. Haley’s last words echoing around her head as she remembers them finding Aaron with Foyet’s body, still beating him as if the man wasn’t long dead. She lived with a little boy who had very few memories of his mother now, who would still sometimes find his way into her and Aaron’s bed. Nightmares fused with half remembered moments of the worst day of his life. The things he had overheard, but could not understand, twisting into something that was somehow worse than reality.

“Wouldn’t think he had it in him.” Officer Hayes says in disbelief.

“There's got to be something interesting about him to bag Agent Prentiss. You know she's a wild one just by looking at her.” Officer Peters takes another swig of his drink. “He’s a stern bastard, didn’t crack a smile the whole time they were here.”

She knows it’s true, she makes fun of Aaron for it herself often enough. Good natured jibes to make him relax a little, to remind him that they were all there too. Hearing someone else say it, someone who didn’t know them, set her on edge. She knew how Aaron wore his stoicism like an armour, something to protect himself from the things they saw, from the responsibilities he carried. She was there when it all fell away, when he became her Aaron, not Hotch, and it made her protective of him. Something fierce building in her chest.

She clears her throat before she can stop herself, and the officers both turn to look at her.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” She says, an eyebrow raised. “I’ve got to get past you.” She nods down the hallway towards the bathrooms, indicating the amount of room they were taking up.

Officer Hayes has the decency to look caught out, and he steps back almost immediately. Officer Peters, however, stands in her way. Purposely blocking her with a defiant look on his face.

“The case is closed.” He says, and she can smell the alcohol on his breath. Emily wonders how long they had been here, if they had been drinking since the unsub was brought in several hours ago. “Your team can’t tell us what to do anymore.”

Emily rolls her eyes and walks past him, easily getting by, and he grabs her arm, yanks her back towards him. She tries to pull her arm free, but he holds on tighter, squeezing her skin in a way that hurts. She doesn’t let it show.

“Let go of me.”

“Terry-” Officer Hayes tries to warn his partner, cut off before he can get beyond the man's given name.

“What are you going to do?” He asks, getting closer to her, making rage as opposed to the fear she was sure he was after rising in her chest. “Tell your boyfriend.”

When she looks back on it in the weeks to come Emily isn’t sure what made her say something. What made her push past the voice in her head, that sounded suspiciously like her boyfriend, telling her to leave it. To walk away. She thinks it’s down to the brutality of the case, the way she knew it had impacted Aaron much more than he would let anyone other than her know. His facade cracking when their hotel room door closed at the end of a long day, too many hours worked behind them and too few hours of sleep ahead.

Emily had watched as he loosened his tie every night, the stoicism on his face giving way to sadness and something too close to guilt for her liking. She had held him tightly in her embrace, trying to transfer some of her strength to him, kisses and words of love pressed against his skin. A loan she gave freely but knew he would pay back, and then some, the next time it was her turn to fall apart behind closed doors.

“I don’t need to tell him anything.” She smiles at him, and it pisses Officer Peters off more. “I’m a federal agent, this is assault. I’d think long and hard before making me involve him. It won't end well for you.” She tears her arm free, holds back the wince when she can feel her skin bruise. She starts to walk away, forgoing the bathroom altogether to walk back to the team, to Aaron.

“Is that a threat, bitch?”

Emily doesn’t exactly know what happens next, Officer Hayes and Peters move at the same time. She’s sure the former is trying to stop his partner, but she ends up getting a blow to her left cheek either way. She cries out, her hand coming up to her face, pain spreading from the point of impact. She hears Derek yelling from across the bar and she sighs.

All hell was about to break loose. _______________

Emily finds herself grateful that Aaron is not there when everything happened, that he’d stepped out to call Jessica and speak to Jack before he went to bed for the night. When he walks back into the bar she can tell he immediately knows something has happened. She watches as he pauses in the doorway, the relative silence in the bar deafening in comparison to the noise he had left behind.

Aaron looks over and sees Derek and Dave talking to a couple of officers from the case, Officer Hayes included, and then he looks over at where she is sitting, JJ holding ice wrapped in a towel the barman had given them against her cheek.

He’s by her side in seconds, JJ handing over the makeshift ice pack silently, linking arms with Spencer to lead him away to give them some privacy

“What happened to your face?” He cups her jaw gently, his thumb ghosting over the swelling already appearing under her skin, bruising blooming on her cheek.

“It’s ok.” She says, her self deprecating laugh turning into a wince as he presses the wrapped ice to her cheek. “It’s nothing. You should see the other guy. Derek did a number on him.”

“Em.” Aaron says, grabbing her hand with his spare one, gently squeezing it. “Please.”

She sighs and closes her eyes. “Ok.” She swallows and looks at him again, attempting a smile to reassure him. “But you’ve got to understand it is not your fault.”

His face falls, eyebrows furrowing enough that the crease she loves to soothe with her thumb appears on his forehead.

“A couple of the officers from the case were over by the bathroom, I heard them talking about you.” It riles her up again, frustration burning in her chest. “I let them know I was there. One of them was pretty drunk and he grabbed me. I got away and he managed to get a good punch in whilst his partner tried to stop him.”

“Where?” He grits out.

“What?”

“Where did he grab you?” He asks, his voice dangerous. She sighs, rolls the sleeve up on her sweater to show where the finger shaped bruises were forming on her arm. She sees him clench his jaw, the hand not gently holding ice against her cheek forming a fist.

“Honey-”

“I’ll kill him.”

Emily stops him from moving, wrapping her hand around his fist. “Aaron, just breathe. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, Emily.” He seethes, anger vibrating off of him in a way she couldn’t remember seeing in years. “He hurt you.”

“Come on, love. I can take a punch just as well as the rest of you.” She says, smiling at him. “Probably better actually.”

“Em.”

“It’s not worth it. He’ll already be losing his badge for this. I’d rather you didn’t go to prison for killing him.” She reaches out and cups his cheek, tries to coax a smile out of him. “I don’t think I could keep up with the mortgage payments by myself and it would be a shame to move.” She presses her forehead to his. “I love the bay window too much.”

Aaron does laugh at that. It’s cracked, catching in his chest, but it’s something and it relieves the tension. “I always knew that’s why you agreed to move in with me. The house.”

“You’ll do too, I suppose.” She kisses him, and becomes serious when she pulls away. “Let’s just get out of here, ok? I’d like to go climb into that tiny excuse for a bath in our hotel room with you.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice, their goodbyes to the team short as they leave the bar. When they get outside Officer Peters is there, his superior officer having arrived once the incident had called through.

Emily has to physically pull Aaron in the opposite direction, she feels the tension in him build again as they take a couple steps away.

“She threatened me first, you know.” Officer Peters yells after them, his anger at Emily still clear. “This is what happens when you let women do this kind of work.”

Aaron rarely used his strength against her, unless she asked him to, but he was out of her grasp before she even knew what was happening.

“Aaron.” She calls after him, catching up with him and grabbing his arm again, her fingers digging into his bicep. “It’s not worth it.”

“She is better at her job than you could ever hope to be.” Aaron spits out, anger flowing from him. “When I’m done with you they won’t even let you direct traffic.” He turns to the detective in charge of the case. “We won’t be back in the morning as discussed, we will be leaving first thing. My team will liaise with you on anything you need.”

He walks away, pulling her with him, before there is any chance of a response. _______________

She wants to distract him, his fingers grazing gently over the bruising on her arm as they sit in the bath together. She was on his lap, crushed up against him so they could both fit. Emily could feel how delicately he was treating her. Even though she couldn’t see his face she knew he was frowning, on a downward spiral, blaming himself for not protecting her.

She links her fingers through his, drags his arm around her so he’s no longer focused on her injuries. “That was pretty hot, you know.” She turns her head to press a kiss into his throat, her fingers dancing across his skin. “What was?” He asks, and she turns her whole body to look at him, settling herself back over his thighs. She bites her lip before she kisses him so he can’t focus too much on her bruised cheek.

“You wanting to go all caveman like that.” She says, moving her lips to his ear lobe, nipping at the delicate skin. “However unnecessary it was.”

His hands grip her hips, pulling her closer to him, and she knows she’s achieved what she had set out to.

“Oh really?” He asks as his hands trail up her back.

“Really.”

She kisses him, and all other thoughts are lost.

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themaraudersmapforpranks · 7 years

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176. We are not allowed to put a cow on the roof of Hogwarts.

“Explain to me again how you got the cow on the roof,” Professor McGonagall ordered, staring up at the top of the school from the balcony they were standing on.

“It was pretty simple, actually,” Sirius explained, “We just got some hay and lured it into the school, through the corridors, and up the stairs until we reached the balcony we’re standing on currently and it hopped up onto the roof. Simple.”

“How did you get it through the castle without anyone noticing?” The professor asked bewildered.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure several students noticed,” Peter answered, yelping when James kicked his ankles, but finishing determinedly, “I just don’t think they cared.”

Professor McGonagall ignored the two of them, “Where did you even get the cow in the first place?”

“The barman over at the Hogs Head has a few,” James answered.

Professor McGonagall paused for a few moments, digesting the information in her mind before simply asking, “Why?”

“Sometimes I find it best not to ask that question and simply accept the facts as they are presented to you,” Remus answered honestly.

The annoyed professor sighed and pointed to the cow, “Just get it off of the roof. Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” Sirius said with a cheeky salute, before turning to the cow on the roof, “Come here Rufus.”

The cow ignored him.

“Pretty sure his name isn’t Rufus,” James commented.

“Pretty sure it was,” Sirius argued.

“Wasn’t Rufus the one with the weird spotting on its back?” Peter asked.

“No, that was Paxton,” Remus answered, “Remember? Because Sirius made that awful Pox joke right after?”

“Awful?” Sirius asked in mock offense, “I think the word you were looking for was brilliant.”

“Gentlemen! Please!” McGonagall interupted, rubbing her temples, “Focus on the task at hand.”

“Of course, Professor,” James answered, “Come here cow. You can come off the roof now.”

The cow turned to James and moo’d.

“Come on boy,” Sirius added, motioning for the cow to step forward.

The cow took a step forward before mooing in distress and taking a step back.

“Huh,” Sirius said, scratching his head.

“Well, that was weird,” James added.

“It almost seems like the cow can’t...get down,” Remus observed.

“I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that cows can’t climb down things like stairs. This probably applies to that too,” Peter stated matter-of-factly.

The other three boys turned to him.

“What?” Remus said dumbly.

“You didn’t think to tell us this information before we put the cow on the roof?” James asked incrediously.

“You read something and remembered it?” Sirius added.

Peter ignored Sirius, “I didn’t think about it at the time. It’s not one of those facts that you normally talk about in normal conversation.”

“Since when do we have normal conversations?” James asked, gesturing to the four of them.

“Fair point,” Peter conceeded.

Remus sighed, “Next time you have an obscure fact in your mind that may be in regards to something we’re doing, please speak up.”

“Normally when I speak up, Sirius tells me to shut up and stop poking logic holes into his plan,” Peter pointed out.

“Boys!” McGonagall shouted, “I don’t care how you do it, but get the cow off the roof. Now.”

She walked swiftly down the stairs, calling up behind her, “I will be in my office waiting. I expect you boys to be there in the next half an hour.”

“Will do!” James shouted behind her, waiting until she faded from sight before asking, “How the hell are we supposed to get this cow off the roof?”

Sirius shrugged, “Beats me. I say we leave it.”

“And get into worse trouble than we’re already in?” Peter shook his head nervously, “No thank you.”

“We could always try levitating it,” Remus suggested.

“And risk hurting the cow?” Peter shouted, startling the other three.

“It’s not gonna hurt the cow,” Remus assured him.

“You don’t know that!” Peter argued.

“Well, that sounds like the best plan we’ve got,” James pointed out, “So, Pete, you’re gonna go downstairs and let us do what we need to do.”

“But - ”

“Go.”

Peter huffed before heading down the stairs.

“Alright, Remus, you’re probably best at Charms, so why don’t you try -,”

“What about me?” Sirius interupted.

“What about you?” James asked.

“I’m also pretty good at Charms,” he insisted.

James rolled his eyes, “Fine. Sirius, why don’t you try levitating the cow. Just from the ledge to the balcony.”

“Right-o,” Sirius saluted, raising his wand and shouting, “Wingardium Leviosa.”

Nothing happened.

“Remus?” James turned, indicating that he take a shot.

“Wingardium Leviosa,” Remus said swishing and flicking his wand in the cow’s direction.

Nothing.

“Ha!” Sirius spoke triumphantly, “So it wasn’t me that was the problem!”

“Perhaps if the three of us try the spell together,” Remus suggested.

James shrugged, “Worth a shot.”

THe three of them pointed their wands at the unsuspecting cow signaling to eachother before speaking in unison, “Wingardium Leviosa.”

The cow moo’d as it was lifted from the roof tiles.

“Brilliant!” James shouted, “Now, onto the balcony!”

“Why not just drop it down over the edge?” Sirius asked, pointing out, “It’d be less time.”

“And risk killing the thing?” James shouted, “Neither the barman nor Pete would be happy with us. Just set it down here.”

“Ugh, fine,” SIrius agreed, following James’ lead and setting the cow onto the ground.

“Alright,” James said with a sigh, glancing down the stairs behind them, “Now we just gotta do that for eight more floors and we’ll be solid.”

-- Two Hours Later --

“I thought I told you to be here an hour and a half ago,” Professor McGonagall spoke crossly, looking down the top of her glasses as she spoke to each boy.

“Well, it took us a lot longer than we thought it would,” James tried explaining.

“No excuses,” Professor McGonagall interjected, “I will be taking five points off of Gryffindor from each of you and you will all serve detention tomorrow night.”

“But we got the cow off the roof like you asked,” Sirius tried arguing.

“And hopefully taking twenty points from Gryffindor and giving you all detention will help incentivize you to use your heads before you come up with another stupid and rash plan.”

“Doubtful,” Sirius muttered under his breath as he was dragged out by the other three.

“Of course Professor,” James answered placatingly.

Remus added, “Have a good night. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

As the boys left Professor McGonagall rubbed her temples once again, muttering in disbelief, “A cow. On the roof,” before returning back to the work on her desk.

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footyplusau · 7 years

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Overflow crowd expected for Richards’ funeral

LOU RICHARDS always attracted a crowd in life, and he has done it again in death, with hundreds of mourners flocking to Melbourne’s rainy CBD to farewell the football legend.

The much-loved Collingwood and media figure has been honoured with a state funeral service at St Paul’s Cathedral on Wednesday.

A who’s who of football, media and government representatives have assembled to pay their respects, including AFL CEO Gillon McLachlan, AFL Legend Ron Barassi and greats Kevin Sheedy and Neil Roberts.

Watch: From the lips of Lou

The Collingwood contingent is led by president Eddie McGuire and includes coach Nathan Buckley, previous coach Mick Malthouse, past president Allan McAlister and greats Kevin Rose, Peter McKenna and Des Tuddenham, and also in attendance were luminaries such as Victoria Police chief commissioner Graham Ashton, federal Health Minister Greg Hunt, Victoria’s Emergency Services Minister James Merlino and former Victorian Premier John Brumby.

The McGuire family outside St Paul’s. Picture: Getty Images

Richards died peacefully on Monday May 8, aged 94, prompting an outpouring of both sadness and celebration for a unique man who lived an extraordinary life.

As expected, Richards’ funeral service was more joyous than sombre.

Richards’ daughter Nicole Morrison gave the gathering an insight into Richards the father: “He loved us, and he spoilt us, he supported us, and most of all, gave us the most wonderful life. There was fun and laughter and never a dull moment.

“He challenged you and nurtured you. He was firm but fair when we were young, and became our best friend once he knew we were ready to make good life choices.”

Nathan Buckley and Collingwood CEO Gary Pert. Picture: Getty Images

McGuire said that when he reflected on Richards “and his amazing journey from the Depression-era backstreets of Collingwood to the premiership captain on the MCG, the King of Moomba, and the greatest star in the biggest game in town, the media”, he was reminded of the last stanza of Rudyard Kipling’s poem If, which reads:

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With 60 seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

“And what a man,” McGuire declared. “What a family.”

A feisty rover, Richards followed a long line of family members to represent his beloved Magpies, playing 250 games and kicking 423 goals from 1941-55, and captaining the club to the 1953 premiership.

But it was his ubiquitous presence in the media – on television, radio and in print – that lifted Richards to true superstardom.

Former North Melbourne administrator and friend Ron Joseph alluded to Richards’ healthy ego when he said: “Lou was right. He said his funeral would be bigger than Texas.”

On Richards not being an official Legend in the Australian Football Hall of Fame, Joseph summed up the feelings of many when he asserted: “Lou is a legend. In fact, he is bigger than a legend.”

Former Channel Nine colleague and close friend Tony Jones said: “We as a city, a state and a nation, are all the better for knowing him.”

After the service, Collingwood players and coaches formed a guard of honour outside the cathedral for the motorcade, which passed by the Lou Richards statue at the Holden Centre.

AFL/VFL greats Bobby Skilton and Michael Malthouse. Picture: Getty Images

Your memories of ‘Louie the Lip’

A Magpie legend, TV trailblazer and great entertainer – there weren’t many like Lou Richards

We asked for your favourite memories of Richards, from his 250-game playing career to his time as a Thursday night TV fixture on League Teams, and beyond.

Here are some of your best stories.

I witnessed Lou drinking out of Haydn Bunton’s boot

Lou said that Swan Districts, coached by Haydn Bunton Jnr, couldn’t win the 1961 WAFL Grand Final against massive favourites, Polly Farmer’s East Perth.

He said he would drink milk from Bunton’s boot if the Swans won. The Swans won their first flag and I was at Bassendean Oval on Sunday as an 11-year-old to celebrate and to witness Lou drinking out of Haydn Bunton’s boot.

– Brent Watkins, Scarborough WA

The day Peter Landy chased him from the commentary box

As 12-year-olds, myself and mates at the Escort Cup matches at VFL Park used to delight in taunting Peter Landy about his ceramic-looking hairpiece.

Lou, overhearing, said: “Ha, it certainly hasn’t moved and we’re in an Arctic gale …”.

Landy then spat the dummy, lurched up from the commentary box and gave chase.

– Adrian Thomas, Frankston Vic

He delivered a reverse stab drop kick onto my chest from 20m

I met Lou as a 13-year-old on entry to the VFL to watch North v South Melbourne in 1977. He took the time to entertain myself and a couple of mates plus deliver a reverse stab drop kick by the heel of his foot sharp onto my chest some 20 metres away.

I’m still amazed by this skillful act 40 years later.

And who can ever forget his entertaining hosting of the Colliwobbles burial at Victoria Park in November 1990?

What a lovable character!

– Steve Miller, Palmwoods Qld

What did they make of Louie the Lip in Saudi Arabia?

I remember the replay of the 1977 drawn Grand Final. As North were warming up there was an onscreen roll of the countries to which it was being beamed over satellite. For some reason, Saudi Arabia made an imprint.

When the camera came to the gigantic Mick Nolan, Lou said: “and have a look at big Mick Nolan, ‘the Galloping Gasometer’. You need a roadmap and a waterbag just to walk around him”.

The whole family just lost it, and I remember us wondering what they made of that comment in Saudi Arabia. Vale, Louie the Lip.

– Steve Shanahan, Sydney NSW

Drinks in the World of Sports dressing room were unforgettable

Together with four other guys, I was one of the World of Sports ‘Beat The Champ’ quiz men in summers between 1964 and 1976.

After the show was over, all involved would adjourn to the dressing room where Gordon, Lou’s barman from the Phoenix Hotel, was charged with ensuring nobody’s beer glass was ever empty.

Talking with those sporting legends was unforgettable. Fantastic memories.

– Fred Ford, Blackburn Vic

A coiner of nicknames

[I loved] his nicknames for players. ‘The Macedonian Marvel’ for Peter Daicos. ‘Lethal’ Leigh Matthews. ‘The Flying Doormat’ for Bruce Doull, ‘the Galloping Gasometer’ for Mick Nolan, ‘the Flying Dutchman’ for Paul Van De Haar … and the list goes on.

I was too young to see him play, but he was a great commentator who brought fun and a light heartedness to the sport.

– Michael Langlois, Sunnybank Qld

Dusting Collins St on his hands and knees

I will always remember Lou as one of the greats in our game. He was the real kiss of death.

I remember he once said, if the Magpies lose this game I will dust Collins Street with a feather duster. And he did, on hands and knees.

What a man he was.

– Ted Drew, Coffs Harbour NSW

Rowing Billy Goggin across the Barwon

Besides World of Sport on Sundays, and League Teams, Lou was the voice of footy for me in the 1970s and ’80s.

I can still remember him rowing Geelong coach Billy Goggin across the Barwon River.

Thank you Lou Richards, you are a legend.

– Darren Ward, Geelong Vic

There was nothing better than watching Lou and the gang every Sunday

[Loved the] Sunday Footy Show, especially Lou’s handball segment. Can we bring this back?

There was nothing better than watching Lou and the gang on every Sunday, and in his memory we should all remember to be more like him.

– Gabriel Garivaldis, Caulfield North Vic

Piggybacking ‘the Galloping Gasometer’

My favourite memory of Lou? Piggybacking Mick ‘the Galloping Gasometer’ Nolan on the steps of the North Melbourne Town Hall after a bet with Jack Dyer.

My first reaction on hearing of his passing? Like I felt when John Lennon died. A large chunk of my youth has now been taken away.

Rest in peace, Lou. Hate Collingwood but always admired you and what you stood for.

– Phil Rowan, Banyo Qld

• Obituary: 170cm Lou, a giant on and off the field

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thespearnews-blog · 7 years

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Judge declares Desh Kananula not guilty as court of public opinion convicts him.

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Judge declares Desh Kananula not guilty as court of public opinion convicts him.

Circumstances surrounding Badru Kateregga’s death at Panamera Bar on Sunday morning was not a one man’s show according to a blow by blow . SpearNews brings an account of a person who claims to have witnessed the scuffle as posted by Halima Kiberu on a Facebook which only forms one side of the coin. Most probably the account Desh Kananula and colleagues gave another account which convinced the judge to declare them not guilty.

Eye witnesses’s account

On the fateful night, the workers of Panamera Bar were extremely busy with many customers. Among the customers was one Peter, a specialist in mixing cocktail who has worked at different bars including Cayenne Bar, Club Rouge, Kampala Casino and Panamera itself. The scuffle according to the eyewitness started between Desh and Peter. Peter, a former employee was sacked and told never to hang out at Panamera. At around 2:30am, Desh called his brother Raymond Kananura and told him to tell Peter to leave his bar. After being threatened, Peter left the bar and the guns were turned to Badru Kateregga who had interacted with him that evening. Kateregga whose task was to wash glasses at the bar had spent only 15 days in Kampala. Right away from Mbale, the young and innocent guy (RIP) got a job at Panamera with hopes of working very hard and become a tycoon like Desh but his dreams were buried on Sunday morning.

The 10,000/- tip At 3:00am, Kateregga was subjected to thorough checking by Desh and found with Shs10,000 which he had borrowed from his pal Kenneth, a waiter to solve domestic problems. However, Desh thought Kateregga had served Peter booze and kept the money. At Panamera, all tips according to the bar boss of Indian origin, Paren are put in the tip box and counted as income for the bar since the workers are given transport.

Mob justice He was dragged behind the bar and Desh started boxing him like a punching bag as the waiters, security operatives, bouncers and his brother Raymond witnessed. He later used a broom handle and blue water pipe to whip him. The eye witness says, Raymond Kananura and Cyrus, a bouncer at Steak Out who had been hired for a night at Panamera gave hand in hitting Kateregga like a snake. After a thorough beating, he was tied and taken behind Shawama Kitchen.

How Kenneth joined the Mix Kenneth Kirenzi, the waiter who had given Kateregga Shs10,000 from the Shs40,000 tip he had got from the clients was equally searched and found with Shs30,000. He was asked why he did not declare it to Paren and there was no answer.

Instead of rewinding the 50 CCTV cameras to find out the truth, they started clobbering him like a terrorist. The security officers at the scene, Robert and Onyango joined the bandwagon of beating. Also active in action were Kazeyi, Desh’ clearing agent and one of Desh’ drivers called Matovu. Though Edgar, one of Desh’ relatives did not beat, he was cheering in the background.

The 9million Bank statement They undressed Kenneth and searched in his trousers where they found a bank statement with Shs9m yet he had spent only two months at Panamera. Kenneth worked at Boda Boda, Barbeque Lounge and Mish Mash before joining Panamera and possibly he could have earned this much at those bars.

Kateregga scumb to a Painful death According to this witness, he was also taken behind Shawana Kitchen and the old parked van where he found Kateregga crying and groaning like a person with few minutes on Planet Earth. Shortly, Kateregga fell and died. Desh told his henchmen to remove security lights and fetch water to bathe the body, hid it in the pork kitchen and covered it with old tyres. It is in this pork kitchen where the body was recovered by police the following morning. Desh ordered bruised Kenneth, whose eyes were swollen to shower and dance in what the eyewitness referred to as a mafia style of killing people.

Am a bad man At 5:00am, Desh ordered Paren to push out the clients and close the bar. He called all the workers and ordered his security officers to search them thoroughly. While they were being searched, Desh asked them ‘do you know what I do for the government?’ “I’m bad man, mafia, no one f**ks around with my money. Do you know why KCCA cannot bring me down, I’m a bad man. I fear only my mom and Museveni but I also don’t fear them so much,” he said in American accent. Indeed in his bar there is a poster reading ‘I’m a bad man’. He dispersed them and ordered his driver to take a seemingly unconscious Kenneth to police and report that he had stolen Shs2m. After reporting the case, they were ordered to take him to the bank and ensure that he withdraws the money.

Police Swings Into Action However, when Kenneth reached at Kiira Police Station to record a statement, he told police that ‘though I’m badly off, my colleague was killed’. Police swung into action and went to Panamera Bar. They found Raymond and Desh (in shorts) relaxing in the Lounge and asked them whether it was true someone was killed at the bar as the waiter (Kenneth) claimed. They denied of having any knowledge but said being a bar, they don’t account for the clients. Police mounted a search until when they discovered the bruised body which they took to Mulago Mortuary.

Police acted lazily Police did not make any effort to have Desh jot down any statement like it’s a norm whenever a person is discovered dead at someone’s premises. Though police cordoned off the bar structures, they did not bother to arrest the boss of the bar.

Confident Desh just sent an application (asking for a job) of Badru Kateregga through his driver to Police claiming that the deceased was not a worker at the bar but just asked for the job. Ironically, Desh forgot that the deceased was putting on uniform for Panamera workers. This coincided with the fact that he is close to one of the top officers of police.

With the discovery of the body, events changed and Desh’ driver could not take Kenneth to the bank to withdraw money. Kenneth, who had been joined by his colleagues, called his sister to take him for medication. Though Police claimed to have mounted a search for Desh on Monday, he was a very free man on Sunday evening. He was spotted at Kabira Country Club in a secret meeting with two other guys in a dark corner and this gave him ample time to plan and flee the country. Currently, he is believed to be in Dubai. Meanwhile, the files CRB28/30/2012 and SD28/30/9, 2012 of manslaughter and assault were opened for him at Kiira Road Police Station as they wait for his arrest to take him to court. Other workers beaten by Desh Another waiter Bernard Kyaboona was equally thumped and left with a broken arm after finding Shs10,000 in his bag.

Earlier, Moses Baguma, a waiter at the same bar was beaten by Desh and driven to his home in Bukoto and told never to go back to Panamera. Another barman called Robert was sacked after being flogged by the same man.

More People Beaten By Desh It was not new for Desh and his brother to beat people at Panamera. On Wednesday, last week Raymond Kananura provoked the potential customers Arnold and Edwin, sons of a solicitor general and was beaten to pulp. The punch he got from Arnold sent him to the ground and the situation was calmed down by the onlookers and security. Recently Desh beat up Denis Ssempebwa, a city businessman at Magic Parking and torn his clothes. Although Sempebwa rushed to CPS Kampala to report the case, Desh was not arrested. It is not long when Desh brandished an electric wire from his Jeep with personalized number plate AK47 and caned a juvenile to coma in Luweero

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