After 6 months of shuffling bits of paper around a CPS desk, the decision has been made that my "offensive" comments I tweeted back in April to that great bastion of all things Socialist (Liverpool) were not actually offensive enough to see me in court. "There is no case to answer", says the nice man at the Criminal Prosecution Service.
Quite right too. This is a battle that needed to be had and I'm glad that I tested the new Social Media Free Speech guidelines to destruction. I make no disguise of my wish to live in a society where I may speak freely and am comforted that I still have the right to upset a few grief city victim whores who wish to impose their version of the written word upon the rest of us. Tough luck, guys, I won't be silenced.
You have every right to be offended, and in return, I have every right to offend you - officially. So keep your endless screen shots, your faux outrage on behalf of others, your death threats, your endless reporting to the police and your indignation to yourself. If you don't like what I write, don't bother reading it, don't follow me on twitter and don't send my family and work colleagues death threats - just ignore me. And be thankful that now you too have the right to offend whomsoever you choose.
Now, where's the champagne?