I'm holding charcoal. That's one thing the planet wouldn't be short of after the bomb.
|Observers in the public seats|
It's a rare day for forensic twitchers: nine judges are sitting, the maximum. Five is routine here.
Counsel: 'The judgment which I have struggled to explain...'
Lady Hale: 'Do you mean that ironically?'
Counsel changes gear politely.
Lady Hale: 'Why do you say it's only a small point? It was virtually the whole submission in the Belmarsh case.'
Counsel changes it to a short point.
'In what sense is this legislation, that is, lawmaking? Is it not more akin to a private Act of Parliament?...This is not an ordinary statutory instrument. I just toss that out.'
|Lady Hale with judicial assistants behind her|
Counsel will have a look at that overnight.
'My lords and lady,' says counsel, 'can I bring in the question of anxious scrutiny?' Anxious scrutiny is what I'm all about here, I think.
The court has to deal with persistent bundle malfunction. And what a bundle. 'Looking at page 6000...'
|Students in the public seats|
An incongruous sound: a baby is crying offstage.
There is analysis of whether a party was, in legal terms, an unwitting or unwilling actor. I look around the court as I try to think of an example.
I see Richard III carved into an oak bench, his image copied from the version in the National Portrait Gallery. Was his involvement (if any) in the death of the princes in the tower witting or unwitting? And are those car-park bones his beyond reasonable doubt? Leaving aside some apparent national emotional need, would the skeleton stand up, so to speak, if subjected to the rigorous standards of this court? I don't think so.
Coda: this is a report of 20 March 2013. On 21 March the court sits in secret session for part of the time.