I did jury service at the Old Bailey when I was 19. It was a mum and stepdad who killed their five year old son. It was every bit as horrendous as you would imagine and lasted nearly three weeks. ****s made me do it again 15 years later but thankfully it was at a local court and was just an assault in a five a side natch and s handling stolen goods case. Hopefully they think I've done my bit now...
I've done two stints at Jury service too, thoroughly enjoyed it by the way. First case was an absolutely nailed on guilty verdict for a dark chap accused of selling drugs but the Five-O and prosecution made such a hash of it we had to find him not guilty. Cheeky sod tried to do a speech at the end of it ranting on about justice being done blah blah blah, the Judge pretty much told him to shut up and f.uck off. Another juicy one was a perjury case and one daft bint on the jury refused to believe the nice man could have been pressured into doing what he did (gangsta's fence for robbed jewellery) despite the 11 of us saying he was bang to rights. Judge accepted the majority and we sat there after the guilty verdict and listened to all of his previous. Dirty bugger had been nicked for the same and worse, in and out of nick like a fiddler's elbow, the mousey bird looked crestfallen at having been duped. I'd be right up for doing it again as long as it wasn't one of those 6 month fraud jobs or anything to do with kids being killed. I'd happily sit on a case involving a bird who's ex-boyfriend posted photos and videos of her getting the message all over the internet, I'd even offer to take some "evidence" home for scrutiny if needed.
I turned up for Jury selection attired in my beloved SS Uniform. Unsurprisingly I was not selected. I mean to guarantee a fair trial surely there should be a representative cross-section of the plethora of stratas within society?
It is 5.10am and in King's Lynn, the white vans are already whizzing around the small north Norfolk town's housing estates. Within minutes the vans will be filled with Chinese workers, taking them out of town to the fields and food packing houses. The daily routine of the "gangmasters" - people who employ cheap labour to hire out at a profit - is well under way. Explains a few things
Last week he threatened to get Bombay Timmy his crippled kid to rape my children now he's asking me when I got married . Creepy freak
