In a town where the most thrilling pastime might be watching paint dry, leave it to Ken Lee, the self-proclaimed poster child for perversion, to spice things up. At a ripe age of 45, with ‘no fixed abode’ as if homelessness is a prerequisite for his chosen profession, Lee has left his mark on the quaint streets of Grimsby, and it’s not one you’d want to remember.
This maestro of malfeasance graced the court with his presence on a gloomy Friday, March 22, a day that probably needed extra doses of caffeine to endure, where he found himself pleading guilty to a collection of unsavory charges. Two counts of child sexual assault, a dash of standard sexual assault, and just to add a pinch more zest, a delightful dollop of indecent exposure – because why not go the extra mile when you’re already diving headfirst into the abyss of depravity?
Lee’s sordid saga begins with a classic tale of street harassment. Picture this: a man, presumably reeking of cheap cologne and loneliness, decides to spice up his afternoon stroll by pinning an unsuspecting woman against a wall and, well, having his way with her. Classy move, Ken.
But hold on to your moral compass, folks, because the grim festivities don’t stop there. In a separate incident, our protagonist pulls off a masterstroke of manipulation, convincing a 12-year-old girl to assist him in his noble quest to find something in his bag – spoiler alert: it wasn’t lost keys. No, Lee had other, more nefarious treasures lurking in his satchel of horrors.
Now, you’d think getting nabbed by the authorities might put a damper on his exploits, but not our Ken. No siree! Even in the comforting embrace of custody, Lee couldn’t resist the urge to give the boys in blue a show they’d never forget. Indecent exposure – it’s the cherry on top of the cake of shame.
But fear not, for justice was served with a side of scathing remarks. Detective Constable Lucy Proctor-Eckley, the unsung hero of this sorry tale, stepped up to the mic to deliver a verbal smackdown of epic proportions. Lee, she declared, was not just any old pervert. Oh no, he was the pervert, the kind that gives perversion a bad name. Bravo, Ken, for single-handedly ruining it for all the garden-variety creeps out there.
Proctor-Eckley’s words were a rallying cry to the victims, urging them to step out of the shadows and into the blinding light of justice. And let’s not forget her heartfelt invitation to others who may have had the misfortune of encountering Lee’s particular brand of sleaze: “Come forth, ye downtrodden, and fear not the judgment of society, for we shall stand with you, armed with the mighty sword of righteousness.”
So, if you find yourself wandering the streets of Grimsby and happen upon a man with a gleam in his eye and a bag full of mischief, do yourself a favor and run – run far, far away. And if, by some cruel twist of fate, you become entangled in his web of debauchery, remember this: you are not alone. The long arm of the law, and a snarky detective with a penchant for justice, will be there to set things right.
