Finally Julian Assange, everyone’s least favourite squatter, has been kicked out of the Ecuadorian embassy and into custody on charges of skipping bail after accusations of sexual violence in Sweden.
I am sure we will all miss his speeches from the balcony of the embassy as if he were about to launch into Don’t Cry For Me Argentina.
Assange, once beloved for leaking the secrets of global governments, has essentially been reduced to a grumpy, stroppy teenager.
He never left his room, thought he was the best thing since sliced bread and had his internet taken away when he was naughty.
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His arrest ended a seven-year stint in the embassy, which he chose. He didn’t have to stay there away from his family, especially as it seems it was always going to end with his arrest regardless.
If he had faced the charges against him seven years ago, I can’t help but think he would now be free.
I bet the Ecuadorians can’t wait to run the hoover round now he’s gone.
