How is it that Hollywood has made Roman Polanski into a cause célèbre?
He’s a paedo, but he’s our paedo. That’s what bricklayers say. Weird, I know, but there you go. He might have drugged and sodomised that little girl, these bricklayers will say, but he’s had a hard life, and he’s so damn good at laying bricks and doing that slathering thing with his little cake slice that surely that should outweigh the time he took that 13-year-old back to his friend’s house, plied her with booze and Quaaludes, joined her in a hot-tub and… oh no, wait.
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