I’m not sure which Lisa thinks she is; Cagney or Lacey, but this seems an “interesting” approach to a defamation defence:
Slams Wilkinson is going to prove rape to win her defamation case.
Yes, yes, civil and criminal evidence standards aren’t the same an’ all that, but unless the failed criminal case didn’t reveal a lot of physical evidence that Lisa
Slams has now got hold of, it’s pretty weak beer she’ll be serving the court to make her case.
One can only assume there’s currently a crack team of forensic contractors swabbing down Canberra couches, dusting wine glasses in Parliament House, issuing warrants to WhatsApp and scrutinising Telstra location tracking data in pursuit of the critical piece of the puzzle for Team Lisa to deliver to the court in classic “may I approach the bench, your honour?” style.
Her Barrister is one of the best in the country, so this is going to be an absolute cracker of a trial. Obviously the legal team think they have a chance.
There is an alternate explanation, of course; La Wilkinson has not heard the word “no” personally directed to her for the best part of thirty years. She’s been the classic big fish in the small pond of Australian media. Apart from the occasional visit from a B list Hollywood celebrity, she’s been on top of the domestic A list for years.
Eventually this colours even the most objective person’s self-perception.
Julie Burchill in the Spectator this week, reminded me of the expression “folie à deux”, a shared delusion.
Wouldn’t it be delicious if Lisa and her husband had convinced themselves they are the arbiters of truth and have acted under that certainty? After all, we’ve seen this behaviour from them during Covid, even as the emerging facts didn’t align with their version of reality.
“If something cannot go on forever, it will stop,” said Herbert Stein.
Lisa and Peter have been wrong about so much over the last few years, it feels almost inevitable they will do or say something so at odds with reality it will become existential. Or at least existential as far as their careers are concerned.
Wouldn’t it be just the best free entertainment to watch hubris dismantled in an Australian pastiche of the trial of Oscar Wilde?