It’s Friday, I’m buggered (and a few Jaegers down), so let’s just have some good news for a change:
Take that, trans-panic defence! And the jury only took two hours to deliberate. I call that a fucking victory.
The Standard’s resident trolls are of course ticking every available box on their bingo boards (come on, guys, no GUESS SHE DOESN’T KNOW ABOUT THE LAWS OF THE ROAD yet?), but fucking good on ya, Helen.