I Would Defend Tommy Even If I Thought That He Was Guilty, Which I Don’t
SHAME on Lothian and Borders police; and shame on British Airways.
The “raid” of Gail Sheridan’s house, complete with black bags – in which they took away incriminating examples of her underwear and her baby’s clothes – massed ranks of officers and timeously tipped-off media was more appropriate to an anti-terrorist operation than a swoop on a young mother alleged to have lied about her husband’s sexual proclivities in a civil action against Rupert Murdoch’s News of the World.
And Gail’s subsequent suspension by BA, for whom she’s been a cheerful and model employee throughout the near 20 years I’ve known her, because the big, brave policemen found some “miniatures” of alcohol during their raid on her house is a stain on the reputation ofthe company.
The Procurator Fiscal would be well advised to ponder his chances of finding a jury willing to send the fragrant Mrs Sheridan to prison leaving her little girl an orphan.
And if he tries and fails he will be open to the charge that this whole thing is a repugnant witch-hunt, Scotland’s own Dreyfus Affair.
Tommy Sheridan is a friend of mine and I would defend him even if I thought he was guilty, which I don’t.
Because, greater love hath no man… a friend in need… and all that.
But in a country where killers, rapists and muggers are not exactly thin on the ground, even Tommy’s worst enemies must be wondering about the cost – £1million and counting – in police time and resources being put into this squalid “miniature” little case.