Tired
I'm tired.
I'm listening to Nervosa (Tamz the Prosecutor's old band) on my headphones. I found the MP3 section on their website.
It's nicely acid electro mixed with good metal guitars, but the vocals are too low in the mix. There is a difference between ethereal and inaudible.
Today was nightmarish at times. I had Miss Quick again.
I also had a Clerk who I had never seen before. He was on loan for the day from another courthouse.
Today there was the usual parade of drunks, crack addicts, junkies, hooligans, thugs and the like.
Being a fairly large list meant that I had to really move quickly with all the forms and the like. I still wound up with an orange mountain on my desk.
At some point, when I actually had time to breathe, I matched the folders that the Clerk had handed back to me with the orange Advocate Forms on my desk as best I could.
After lunch I discovered that both the District Judge and the Clerk had actually not been handing back the forms, so some had to be sent down without their folders, and some folders were lying around which they fitted into.
Yet again the biggest tension came from trying to find people that refused to be found. Advocates who would tell me that they were ready to go then disappear into other courtrooms for an hour at time. Defendants who would go outside for a cigarette just as their case was going to be called. Probation officers who would be MIA when a report was needed.
And at the centre of all of this was me, running as fast as I could to try to keep track of who was where and what was going on.
An added wrongness to the day was the drunks who had to be thrown out of the public gallery early in the day for the courtroom. Two who were waiting for some case or other. Another who was slumped and groaning and muttering enough that the DJ could hear it thirty feet away. Assorted horrible personages who stank of spirits at 11 o'clock in the morning.
I hate drunks. I don't mind a drink but I really hate someone who feels the need to drink that much early in the morning. Especially if you are going to court.
I mean, what the fuck are you thinking?
The afternoon, while quieter than the morning, took on a stress all of it's own because when I had to duck out the front of the courtroom to look for Solicitors or to put out Tannoys there would always be some fucker waiting to know what the status for their case was.
Being under the gun I would tell them all that I knew then try to explaint to them that I was on a mission and had a task to do. Of course the fuckers would need to know every time they saw me and wouldn't make the connection between me being stupidly busy (and not having any new information) and the fact that my replies were getting shorter.
There were occaisions where I clearly said the wrong thing in the courtroom. Being tired, being at the end of my tether and being harried from all directions I sometimes forgot Courtroom Convention and said the first thing that came to mind to describe what was happening.
I did feel my tone hardening into something sharper and more pointed.
Somehow I made it through without anyone needing to step in and take over.
Finishing early and all.
I left the courthouse soon after four thirty, but the lousy Silverlink Service back to Stratford meant that I didn't make it to Stratford Library in time to collect the book they are holding for me. No matter, I was going to be going back tomorrow because I have to return some library books anyways.
And a couple to the Leytonstone Library.
During Lunch yesterday I had so much time left over that I found the Islington Library and looked around there.
I found a book about Anti-semitism which made some very solid points defending Israel. Good. It seems to me that the main reason so many left-wing folk hate Israel so much is because of it's long ties to America, and all the cold war implications that came with that.
In any case, I should sign up to Islington Library some time. Although it is getting to the stage where I will need to carry an extra wallet to keep all my Library Cards in.
I had some really clever thoughts while I was reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and waiting for the 257 to take me from Stratford to Leytonstone, but I didn't write them down and hence I have forgotten them.
One of them was that it must be really dissatisfying being a Proper Sadist in a Consensual S/M Relationship, since you can only get off by hurting someone and the person you are hurting enjoys being hurt.
But there was something better than that. Nevermind. I gave up and took the tube instead.
I'm going to make myself something great to eat, then I'm going to get some sleep.
Or do some washing.
In any case, I'm off.
Over and out.
J
I'm listening to Nervosa (Tamz the Prosecutor's old band) on my headphones. I found the MP3 section on their website.
It's nicely acid electro mixed with good metal guitars, but the vocals are too low in the mix. There is a difference between ethereal and inaudible.
Today was nightmarish at times. I had Miss Quick again.
I also had a Clerk who I had never seen before. He was on loan for the day from another courthouse.
Today there was the usual parade of drunks, crack addicts, junkies, hooligans, thugs and the like.
Being a fairly large list meant that I had to really move quickly with all the forms and the like. I still wound up with an orange mountain on my desk.
At some point, when I actually had time to breathe, I matched the folders that the Clerk had handed back to me with the orange Advocate Forms on my desk as best I could.
After lunch I discovered that both the District Judge and the Clerk had actually not been handing back the forms, so some had to be sent down without their folders, and some folders were lying around which they fitted into.
Yet again the biggest tension came from trying to find people that refused to be found. Advocates who would tell me that they were ready to go then disappear into other courtrooms for an hour at time. Defendants who would go outside for a cigarette just as their case was going to be called. Probation officers who would be MIA when a report was needed.
And at the centre of all of this was me, running as fast as I could to try to keep track of who was where and what was going on.
An added wrongness to the day was the drunks who had to be thrown out of the public gallery early in the day for the courtroom. Two who were waiting for some case or other. Another who was slumped and groaning and muttering enough that the DJ could hear it thirty feet away. Assorted horrible personages who stank of spirits at 11 o'clock in the morning.
I hate drunks. I don't mind a drink but I really hate someone who feels the need to drink that much early in the morning. Especially if you are going to court.
I mean, what the fuck are you thinking?
The afternoon, while quieter than the morning, took on a stress all of it's own because when I had to duck out the front of the courtroom to look for Solicitors or to put out Tannoys there would always be some fucker waiting to know what the status for their case was.
Being under the gun I would tell them all that I knew then try to explaint to them that I was on a mission and had a task to do. Of course the fuckers would need to know every time they saw me and wouldn't make the connection between me being stupidly busy (and not having any new information) and the fact that my replies were getting shorter.
There were occaisions where I clearly said the wrong thing in the courtroom. Being tired, being at the end of my tether and being harried from all directions I sometimes forgot Courtroom Convention and said the first thing that came to mind to describe what was happening.
I did feel my tone hardening into something sharper and more pointed.
Somehow I made it through without anyone needing to step in and take over.
Finishing early and all.
I left the courthouse soon after four thirty, but the lousy Silverlink Service back to Stratford meant that I didn't make it to Stratford Library in time to collect the book they are holding for me. No matter, I was going to be going back tomorrow because I have to return some library books anyways.
And a couple to the Leytonstone Library.
During Lunch yesterday I had so much time left over that I found the Islington Library and looked around there.
I found a book about Anti-semitism which made some very solid points defending Israel. Good. It seems to me that the main reason so many left-wing folk hate Israel so much is because of it's long ties to America, and all the cold war implications that came with that.
In any case, I should sign up to Islington Library some time. Although it is getting to the stage where I will need to carry an extra wallet to keep all my Library Cards in.
I had some really clever thoughts while I was reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and waiting for the 257 to take me from Stratford to Leytonstone, but I didn't write them down and hence I have forgotten them.
One of them was that it must be really dissatisfying being a Proper Sadist in a Consensual S/M Relationship, since you can only get off by hurting someone and the person you are hurting enjoys being hurt.
But there was something better than that. Nevermind. I gave up and took the tube instead.
I'm going to make myself something great to eat, then I'm going to get some sleep.
Or do some washing.
In any case, I'm off.
Over and out.
J
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