‘So, you’re a supporter of Julian Assange, then?’ said my friend the radio presenter as we were live on air.
Oh, dear. This was going nowhere good. It was far too early in the morning for me to get myself into an un-PC fix.
My friend the radio presenter has me on his breakfast show every now and again to review the papers and have a light-hearted chinwag about current affairs. Why, oh why, did we have to discuss the Assange thing?
‘Ehem, ha ha, I think supporter is a bit of a strong term. I wouldn’t say supporter, so much as…er, um…Look, all I said was he might not be guilty. We don’t know yet.’
The presenter fidgeted on the edge of his seat, his antennae twitching at the row that was about to erupt. ‘But are you not outraged, as a woman?’
Oh, no, the ‘as a woman’ thing. I’m useless at the ‘as a woman’ thing.
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