We know you’re all champing at the bit to know what’s up with Rupert Quaintance these days, right? Well never mind, we’ll tell you anyway.
When last we left him, Rupert’s 21 December hearing in Magistrate’s Court had been adjourned to 31 January. At that time he’s expected to face seven charges of harassment. At his December hearing we’re told he gave indications that he plans to plead “not guilty” to all charges, but to our knowledge no formal plea has been entered yet.
All of this, of course, meant that Rupert’s hopes of getting home in time for Christmas were completely dashed. In fact, depending on the outcome at the end of the month, he could be spending a great deal longer still in our green and pleasant land. This, of course, raises a few uncomfortable issues.
We expect that Rupert’s hosts are utterly delighted that their summer guest seems to have turned into a permanent resident in the Floral Wallpaper Room. (Hey, at least the dog still seems to like him.)
And then there’s the money thing. On Sunday Rupert posted this rather sad-sounding update on his GoFundMe page:
And it looks as though his plea has not fallen on completely deaf ears: Rupert’s dad, Wilson Quaintance, chipped in $50!
Now, we aren’t privy to the Quaintance family’s financial situation, so we don’t like to judge, but if our ne’er-do-well 30-something son had got himself into a spot of trouble in a foreign country, we like to think we’d be able to scrape up more than fifty measly bucks to help him out. However, that’s just us.
We noticed yesterday that Jake Clarke had emptied out his piggy bank on Rupert’s behalf, and shared his campaign on Facebook while he was at it:
And aw, bless…there’s Tim Veater, scratching his head and wondering what that damn Yankee is still doing in London.
Do try to keep up, Timmy: if your little friends in the Hoaxtead mob won’t tell you what’s going on, you can always peek in here from time to time and get the news. It seems everyone else on your team does, so don’t be shy.
As for Rupert’s precarious financial position, we wonder how many times per day he kicks himself for having taken Angie’s bait? Answers on a postcard, please.