This is Anders Breivik. Remember him? Lovely guy. Self-confessed ‘nazi’ and total fucking homicidal lunatic. Ok, a lot of Norwegians are a bit strange, all those 22-hour nights in the winter-time, too much seal meat and whale blubber in the diet, but Anders really went too far. He planted a bomb in Oslo which killed 8 people, then, unhappy with the poor ‘return’, went on to a youth camp and shot dead 69 kids. All the while giving his famous(ly stupid) nazi salute. Nice.

He’s been in prison since 2012, in solitary confinement. And although the cell is rather luxurious in comparison to the British Victorian offerings made famous in 1960s movies, he is alone for 22 hours a day. As opposed to being dead for 24 hours a day, as really he should be. But we don’t do ‘capital punishment’ in Europe. Its not nice.

But Breivik complained that his human rights had been violated by his imposed solitude.

There’s a old definition of the yiddish word ‘chutspa’, kind’a ‘bare-faced cheek’ and more, in which a kid on trial for the murder of both his parents claims leniency on the grounds that he’s a orphan.

This world of ridiculous irony is the one which Breivik’s lawyers entered into. A man who without a thought killed 77 completely innocent people, demands human rights for himself because he’s not ‘happy’ with his lot.

And ridiculously: he won. He can now have visits from his ‘girlfriend’. Ok, not a girlfriend in any normal sense. They were ‘friends’ online before the slaughter. And she’s ‘in love’ with him having exchanged hundreds of letters and the odd phone call during his incarceration. They’ve obviously never met.

It should actually be a crime to befriend a psychopath in any way shape or form. To ‘lurve’ a man with views that would make Goebbles shudder. But its not. I can only hope that she is grotesque beyond any acceptable standards of grotesqueness, has a beard, weighs 32 stone and is Jewish.

And happy birthday to Her Majesty the Queen. We had marching bands down Fleet Street yesterday, on horseback. I thought it was in celebration of the Stoke game on Monday night but apparently it was ‘just’ for the Queen. Like she’s short of parading soldiers in her life.

Happy Thursday

A xxxx