Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 6 March 2017
Moon over Turtle Bay
Sounds terribly romantic, doesn't it? In fact, Turtle Bay is a West Indian restaurant just round the corner and it was freezing when I took this photo.
Believe it or not, I have been called up for Jury Service again, and this time I think I am going to have to do it. Four summons to one address in one year doesn't sound that random to me.
I am reminded of this true story as told by John Mortimer from when he was a practicing barrister:
During one case, a woman was giving evidence when she was asked what the accused had said to her, and she said that she could not possibly say it out loud in court, so she was handed some paper and a pen to write it down for the jury.
She wrote, "I want to fuck the arse off you" and the paper was handed to the jury who passed it down the line.
It was handed to a very good-looking woman who was seated next to an elderly man who had drifted off to sleep during the proceedings, so she tapped him on the arm and handed it to him when he woke up. He read it, then folded it up and put it in his pocket.
The judge asked him to hand the paper back to the usher, and the man said, "It's personal."