My last post on the Hyman affair (at least unless or until something else interesting turns up) is just a pointer to this story, an ‘exclusive’ interview with Hyman’s client. I had missed this on the entirely justifiable basis that it was in the Mail on Sunday. It manages, in a quite glorious way, to make you loathe everyone involved in the whole saga.
Unsurprisingly I was right a week or two ago. Hyman’s client, the former ‘radio executive’, naturally being skint because ‘I had not worked since my marriage broke up’, is suing him. Ms Sanders Young demonstrates the creative flair that supported her media career by deftly avoiding cliche: ‘My life was turning into a Kafka novel’, she said.
But the overall reliability of the story may be judged by the assertion that Hyman didn’t know when he sent the fatal email that emails could be traced:
What he didn’t know, until Karen explained to him later, was that emails could be traced.
He walked into his legal chambers in some distress a couple of days later and resigned.
Nah. One doesn’t suddenly borrow an internet connection from a shop in the Tottenham Court Road to send the email if you don’t know emails can be traced.
A reminder that, as ever, when principles are lost, the circumstances are not dramatic, let alone glamorous, just tawdry.
as you quite rightly state, NL, the Mail article doesrather make you loathe everyone involved in the whole tawdry affair.
Some of the comments left on the online version of the article are rather telling, but such comments notwithstanding I wonder if Mail readers either know or care who Kafka actually is?!?!?
Ooops. Thanks Lawminx, you made me notice I’d left the link out. Corrected.
I’m pretty sure ‘it was like Kafka’ is a cliche that even Mail readers will be overfamiliar with.