Martina Devlin: Axing shamed regiment is best way to say sorry
When I was growing up in the North, we had a teacher who used to hold up a warning hand at pupils who gave her "the dog ate my homework" style excuses. "Don't tell widgeries," she'd say.
Then there was the Billy Liar neighbour about whom we shrugged: "He's a desperate man for the widgeries." The expression emerged as a tiny piece of grassroots revenge against the law lord who exploded the principle that justice is blind.
Lord Widgery's justice was elastic, cynical and porous. This week, the truth was served and Widgery was finally overturned. Even when running late, Lady Justice is beautiful to behold.