Dingoes Ate My Boyfriend Part 364

A flurry of hits on holyhoses by pervy pervs searching for "Joanne Lees b00bs" and "Joanne Lees White Blouse" and "Joanne Lees s3xy" reminds me that the Murdoch Trial continues, with the defence. Last week's confusing revelations about Peter Falconio being seen alive by witnesses 8 days after he was supposed to have been killed turn out to have been part of the prosecution case. Clearly higher minds than mine are at work.

Yesterday, Joanne Lees was back in the box (she already testified over 4 days) to explain why the police sketch of the alleged abductor's van had shelves on it. She denied saying there were shelves. Another witness, who'd said that Lees phoned her at 2pm on the day of the murder and said she'd been to see the Camel Cup (whatever that is), admitted that the call must have been at noon, and that Ms Lees must have said she was going to the Camel Cup.

How this relates to the alleged murder/abduction, only higher minds can now. If I was a juror in the case, I think I'd have slashed my wrists by now.

But things are looking up, because today, Murdoch himself was in the dock, talking about his lousy childhood and all the lousy things that led him to becoming a lousy drug dealer (bit of a holden caulfield reference there). Nobody knows yet how many witnesses for the defence there will be. So we could be in for another month of it.