What I Am Doing On My Holidays
Aug. 7th, 2009 05:43 pmSo, today, I was almost admitted as a witness for the defence in a criminal trial. This didn't happen, but it was concerning.
Other things that have happened this week: getting lost in Southwark; attending a trial at the Old Bailey only to find
apotropaios was in the jury pool;[1] almost being thrown out of the cells because they thought I was under sixteen(!); a judge staring, bewigged and bemused, down at the assembled court, while she leafed through text message evidence and tried in vain to pronounce "ne1"; almost getting thrown out of the public gallery for being barefoot. And getting used to jerking up like a marionnette at "All upstanding, please".
An observation: barristers are supposed to be arrogant bastards, or otherwise people it is unpleasant to be around, but I haven't met one that wasn't kindness itself; ditto defendants, witnesses and the Crown prosecutor.
I was supposed to be going to Edinburgh the day after tomorrow, but instead, I have an interview for a training contract first thing on Monday morning. In theory I am delighted by this; in practice I am terrified; in synthesis I fully intend to get drunk on Monday night.
Now, however, I depart in the direction of
jacinthsong's birthday party. I'll be grown-up again tomorrow.
[1] Relating this anecdote later, I was asked how I knew him; I opened my mouth and said, "Oh, we were at Oxford together" - and immediately headdesked. Dear self, THIS IS NOT THE NINETEENTH CENTURY BAR.
Other things that have happened this week: getting lost in Southwark; attending a trial at the Old Bailey only to find
An observation: barristers are supposed to be arrogant bastards, or otherwise people it is unpleasant to be around, but I haven't met one that wasn't kindness itself; ditto defendants, witnesses and the Crown prosecutor.
I was supposed to be going to Edinburgh the day after tomorrow, but instead, I have an interview for a training contract first thing on Monday morning. In theory I am delighted by this; in practice I am terrified; in synthesis I fully intend to get drunk on Monday night.
Now, however, I depart in the direction of
[1] Relating this anecdote later, I was asked how I knew him; I opened my mouth and said, "Oh, we were at Oxford together" - and immediately headdesked. Dear self, THIS IS NOT THE NINETEENTH CENTURY BAR.
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on 2009-08-07 06:19 pm (UTC)(PS Good luck on Monday! You will be great.)
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on 2009-08-09 11:02 am (UTC)(thankyou! *fear*)
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on 2009-08-08 03:28 pm (UTC)xx
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on 2009-08-09 11:02 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-08-09 12:50 am (UTC)In theory I am delighted by this; in practice I am terrified; in synthesis I fully intend to get drunk on Monday night.
Heeee. This is such an elegant formulation of, well, life.
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on 2009-08-10 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-08-09 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-08-10 11:48 am (UTC)