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So, the last few days has seen nothing but grumbles heard the world over about the recent “capture” of Roman Polanski.

I have a question… CAN YOU EVEN CALL IT A CAPTURE? In the words of my fave Gossip Mistress, “Girrrrrrrrrrl! Stop it!”

Everyone from the bloke on the tube to Kirstie Alley has something to say about this. In all honesty, it would be impossible for me to care any less than I do at this very moment. Then, I started thinking what it truly means that Mr. Kid Fondler Polanski had been able to get away with his crime for over 30 years. Shouldn’t the girl/woman be able to go on with her life, or is she still scarred from the whole Bag ‘O Shite?

I don’t know. If it were my daughter, I would have found him on the set of one those “great” films he was making and finished the whole debacle myself. Considering I wasn’t even born when all of this happened, I guess many would say I have no right to say anything at all. But over 30 years seems STYOO-PID long for a paedophile to live the Great Life.

I’ll go do some more pondering and get back to you this weekend. I do this whilst I ponder the pain in my elbow as well!

He has been “caught” and we can all return to our previously scheduled Twitter Fights and wannabe lives. This Girl Nobody is headed back to designing her latest tattoo!

OY. TO. THE. BLOODY. VEY!

Lex