23RD JUNE 2017
Heading down to Costa Coffee with my writing kit, I’m more than ready to have a day of churning out words and seeing what comes out of my head onto Scrivener.
But before that, let me finish telling you about my Crown Court experience!
Watching from the public gallery on Monday morning, I am unable to put fascinated, enthralled, and in bloody awe into words. It was incredible!! Witnesses were questioned by the defence, then cross examined by the prosecution, and on the Tuesday, this was where it became very interesting – the defendant came into the dock.
His barrister asked him to describe his background – and what he said during his evidence, when I went home, I’m not ashamed to admit I cried, because I found it so awful.
After his barrister finished however, the prosecution barrister then interrogated him – and tore his defence to shreds!
My eyes were darting between the prosecution and the defendant – I was so completely drawn in, I forgot how cold the room was, I forgot what was happening outside – all that mattered was whether the defendant was guilty or not guilty.
After the prosecuter had finished, and the Judge calls for a lunch break, I head outside and into the warm summer air of Liverpool City Centre. Stick – my ever faithful companion – and I make our way over to Tesco, Stick making his usual repetitive tapping sound and managing to piss just about everyone off around him, as I walk into at least three people, completely unawares until I’m just looking down at the tarmac, muttering, ‘Sorry,’ into Tesco to buy lunch, and then back across to Court.
Ready for the afternoon session to begin.