My day in court

Some years ago I was called as a Crown witness in a case involving the man in this article.  When initally questioned by the police I explained that I wasn’t sure if I could identify the individual and if I could was not sure if this was from his visit to my office or from his regular appearances on the telly (being convicted for a variety of offences).  I was called as a witness and kept in the witness room with the others.  After all the witnesses compared stories (all in the interests of justice obviously)  I was – to my surprise – called to the witness box.  On entering the court room the door had a window of safety glass.  Framed in the window was the accused.  I instantly recognised him and stared at him as I walked up to the witness box.  So intently did I view him I stumbled over a step and fell into the box.  I had asked the clerk if I could affirm but was presented with a Bible (I didn’t make a fuss) and was sworn in.  Throughout I stared at the accused.  His lawyer then asked the sheriff to adjourn and I was escorted into a small cubby hole with a glass door.  I was there for two hours.  During this time I watched tea and biscuits being taken to the witness room.  I watched it being brought back.  I watched more going in.  And coming back.  I was left with a man standing at the door.

By the time I was taken back to the court room the accused had pleaded guilty.  I was thanked for my attendance and left.

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About loveandgarbage

I watch the telly and read when not doing law stuff and plugging my decade and a half old unwatched Edinburgh fringe show.
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2 Responses to My day in court

  1. Is that true? Dare I ask what your job was that involved fake priest sex attacker fraudsters attending your office.
    The moral of the story? A steeled stare from loveandgarbage can cause even the moste hardened criminals to crack. Shame you weren’t a witness in the conrad black case…

    • Mr C came into our office pretending to be a businessman with a matrimonial issue – his intent to spend time with female solicitors. In our office he encountered me: male, 6’5″, grumpy at having to deal with someone when an associate was having a teabreak, and whose knowledge of family law was limited. He left after a couple of minutes.
      I have the cold hard stare of PAddington Bear.

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