It's just bad luck to be outside a courtroom when a far-right populist gets released. I don't advise it. For myself, I was largely preoccupied with the various degrees of inaction with which I'd ruined the last few months of my life. The last thing I needed was have my solipsism hijacked by a failed sunbed entrepreneur with a sideline in Diet Fascism. Someone was giving some sort of speech, I wasn't sure what about to be precisely but there was a lot of gesturing. Some Canadian bloke waved a phone in my face and asked me what I thought of it. "Isn't he that berk who collapsed a trial?" I asked, wondering internally whether I'd left it all far too late to be doing this sort of thing again. There was still the tea to get on, as well. I was making halloumi burgers. We've decided to have a vegetarian meal once a week. He said that my answer meant that I loved Muslim Grooming Gangs. I said I'd never met any. I mean child abuse he said. Oh, I sai...