'Who's on?' I ask.
'Just journalists. And Jon Snow.'
'What was the best day at the inquiry?' I ask a cameraman.'Max Mosley.'
There's chitchat among the tricoteuses in the public gallery:'Rebekah Brooks...'
'If she's charged...'
'Can't stand that woman.'
'She came in and looked several people straight in the eye.'
'Jay [Robert Jay QC, lead barrister to the Inquiry] has reputedly earned half a million pounds for this. He's worth it. It's public money. My money.'
'I wanted to say to Jay, why don't you really attack Blair?'
'Because Blair's got a legal background, that's why.'
'I need a small child to gnaw. I'm starving.'
|Peter Riddell, formerly|
of the FT and The Times
I'm messing around with a portable, court-friendly but inadequate drawing kit and reduced to sharpening pencils into my pencil case.
'Will the court rise,' says the clerk, and a mouse's nest of pencil shavings falls on the floor. Sorry.
|Andrew Grice, The Independent|
'Jesting,' growl two pedants in the public seats, one of them me.
We can hear a helicopter and seagulls.
|Simon Walters, Mail on Sunday|
|Lord Justice Leveson|