Regular readers will know just how passionately I despise Dan Brown's appalling books, particulary this one. The real trial should have been to prosecute the bald, American twat for having the audacity to use the name of Leonardo Da Vinci on his shit book.
In fact, both sides should have been locked up for a) writing such shit and b) deliberately staging the whole thing. If you're thick and gullible enough to think the books are in any way interesting or clever, then you're probably the sort of cretin who would believe this whole trial is real and not just a publicity stunt.
As if I haven't been physically sick enough, what with the shit book being read by every retard on the tube and the train, it's now being made into a shit film with Tom Hanks. This means millions of lazy thick people who can't even be bothered to read what amounts to a child's book, the plot of which is not even as good as the shit 1970's Children's film foundation film One of our dinosaurs is missing, are going to suddenly get into it as well. Worse than that it means there will be another film starring Tom Hanks and his stupid fucking, paper-white ball of a face. He is Forrest fucking Gump in every film he's in. Forrest Gump in Space, Forrest Gump on a Desert Island, Forrest Gump gets AIDS, Forrest cunty fucking Gump is a child in a man's body. In at least three different films.
Worse still is that Brown's next book, however shit it's going to be, and let's face it, it's going to be monumentally awful, will still sell by the bucketload. You can't make people read proper books, but you can secretly fill the briefcase or handbag of anybody you see engrossed in one of these comics on the train, carefully and slowly with a bottle of your own piss.