My feelings for Judith Meadows had drastically changed over the few days we had spent together at The Hall. My first reaction was, as I’ve testified, one of disbelief that an intelligent female would starve herself in order to be a size zero, simply to adhere to a sense of fashion. I started to wonder if it was a criminal offence to have s*x with a skeleton, or, first of all, take one on a railway train. I’m not sure I didn’t ask! If I did ask her, I’m sure I would still be carrying the scar.
She was a feisty woman, someone that eventually I came to first admire and secondly fall ever so slightly in love with. At least I thought I’d fallen in love.
When I first came across Ms. Meadows, she was conducting an inquiry, an in-house, by the rules set out in Standing Orders, written by self-ri
