Yesterday I may have made some comments about Karen Matthews, who I may have suggested was a lying, cheating cretin.
I’m not necessarily going back on that opinion, but I have started - in spite of everything - feeling ever so slightly sorry for her.
Why? Because her charming neighbours want to lynch her. And probably would if it wasn't for about two dozen police being between her and them at all times.
The scenes outside the courtroom today were, to use an over-used tabloid word, chilling. The thuggish, tracksuited, portly citizens of Dewsbury were a sight to behold.
Funny that so many were there are on a work day, come to think of it. Must have understanding bosses.
And how come they're all so fat if they're so poor? Must be the fat gene. Funny how no-one with the fat gene was ever in a Japanese prisoner of war camp.
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