Mistaken Identity

So, Antonette Richardson has been found guilty of manslaughter.

Who?

This delightful creature was so incensed to be called a queue-jumper at her local Sainsbury's that, rather than simply either arguing her case or deciding that she had been rumbled and moving to the back, she called her fella on her mobile who waded, knuckles-dragging, into the shop and punched the man who had the temerity to say nasty truths about his woman.

So far so Britain. However, either Richardson was so traumatised that her pointing finger wavered or her thug, Tony Virasami, was so blinded by justifiable fury that he thumped the wrong man. Kevin Tripp went down and cracked his head on the floor. He died shortly after.

Virasami pleaded guilty to manslaughter. Richardson showed her remorse by saying how shocked and disgusted she was that he had hit the wrong person.

I think that may bear repeating. She expressed horror that her thug had hit the wrong man. Not that his first course of action was to lash out at someone who had only expressed himself verbally, but that he had directed his ire at someone she didn't point at.

I think the reader is more than capable of drawing their own conclusions from this incident without me rattling down the 'Hell in a Handcart' track so beloved of the Daily Mail so I shall spare my thoughts on what could constitute suitable punishment, suffice it to say that the words "scold's" and "bridle" would figure, along with the phrase "for life".