I've had the most wonderful and excellent news. i'm going to win my case. My lawyers are as good and hard working as they are hunky and handsome. Any day now they will be running through the streets rounding up abusive gibbons, reigning in the meerkats of malice and pouncing on the justice pervert wombats.
None of my abusers will be safe from my flying squads of paralegals.
They will have to answer to the nationals.
My lawyers are winners. Happily I'm not.
I'm going to enjoy this it will be just lovely to see all my malicious saboteurs get their tuppenoth worth of comeuppance dished out be a serious judge and see the blethering nincompoops of bungling police be led away to the Old Bailey.
I'm going to win, na na na naaaa na.
just like I said I would the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that.
It would have been quite enough having to deal with the Special Branch PR Unit on it's own. But of course I wouldn't have had to. Exactly what Special Branch officials opposed to my research needed, was for a small pack of stalking abusers to make false allegations about me which they could massively use as a lever to discredit me. In fact, they were fairly desperate for anything to use. And The Met are attempting to do exactly this.
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