Purcell has now apparently fled the country; to where? One can only guess. They say it's Australia, but our bet is that right now he is sitting in the dark corner of a Costa Del Sol cocktail bar, sharing a bad sangria with his old pal, Tenerife Tony.
Steven Purcell could certainly blend in amongst the red faced British tourists on the Spanish coast, but a overweight, teary eyed, greetin faced Scotsman wandering around Bondi Beach is going to be noticed, and, hopefully extradited.
Purcell has left an almighty mess in his wake. A young protege, Danus McKinley, was apparently being groomed by Purcell to become a councillor, collapsed and died, supposedly heart stricken over the downfall of his mentor.
It has now emerged that Purcell's 'chemical dependency' was cocaine, which could explain his erratic behaviour before he jumped ship.
And most worryingly, he was interviewed a number of times by the Scottish Crime and Drug Enforcement Agency. What most Glaswegians know, but don't really seem to bothered about, is that most things in Glasgow are run by organised criminals. Of course there's the drugs, weapons smuggling and prostitution; but also nightclubs, taxi's and chippy's.
That Purcell could rise to his position, stay in it for five years whilst bringing the Commonwealth Games to the city and NOT having any contacts with the criminal underworld is as likely as him coming back to clear his name. What we need to know is not were there contacts between Purcell and the Mafia, but what were the extend of those contacts, what did they involve, and how much of a blind eye, or a complicit hand, does the City Council have in organised crime?
Remember Kenny MacAskill's big kick against organised crime a while back? It was the one that fizzled out and fell on deaf ears over at Glasgow City Chambers.
What emerges from this unfolding scandal is not a bad willed, coked up megalomaniac, but a poor soul, being used as a mere pawn in the dark agendas of the criminal underworld that really controls Glasgow.









