I Think Writers Are Very Anxious.

But There Are Some Wounds That Can Never Be Healed.

And Always Melbourne, Melbourne, Melbourne, Over And Over The Same Photo In Glaring Greens And Reds, Of A Tram, Huffy, Blunderous, Manoeuvring Itself With Pole Akimbo Round The Tight Corner Where Bourke Street Enters Spring.

We Were In A Great, Seething Moment In The 1970s. There Was A New Labour Government And Everything Seemed Full Of Hope... But, As We Got Older And We Saw How Much Women's Behaviour Contributed To What Was Wrong, We Stopped Being Able To See Ourselves Purely As.

People Demand A Lot Of The Justice System And They Demand Things That It Can't Deliver.

Now, I - For Several Years While I Was Researching This Book, I Felt Quite Obsessed By Thoughts About Sentencing, Punishment, How Judges Arrive At Their Decisions.