Harry Nicolaides, the aussie guy jailed in here in Bangkok for crimes against the king, made it back to Melbourne over the weekend.
For fear of giving the guy undeserved publicity, I have avoided commenting until now, but he deserves some cyberroasting.
What a twat, really. The self-published book sold only 7 copies, and made its way to the Royal Palace via direct mail from the author himself., who has lived here before and should know better.
For a little bit of cheap publicity he fought the law and the law won. I hope for his sake that it will be worth all the crawleys he has no doubt contracted after his spell in Bangkok's jail system.
