Court 1 |
Mr Darcy might well have derived some of his wealth from slavery in Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, today's jurisdiction for the Judicial Committee of the Privy Council (Court 3).
'The judge seems to have overlooked the evidence about Great Aunt Tilly and Jericho,' says Lord Mance. Jericho was known as Westfield John. But was he also known as Mr Robertson?
Then after a chilli salmon sandwich it's R v London Borough of Newham and another in Court 1 where counsel, well into extra time, is throwing the kitchen sink at the issues of housing, human rights and statutory interpretation. Homelessness trails its cloak through the court.
'Am I very politely being told to sit down?' enquires counsel. 'I can't resist the temptation to take you to the Slovenian nationalisation.'
'Do try,' murmurs the bench.
But we're off to Ljubljana.
The following day it's Ghany v the Attorney General and another from Trinidad and Tobago, a personal injury case about falling downstairs in a police building. I make a note to buy another pack of frozen peas for my foot which has felt as if an axe-head is buried in it ever since I tripped over a step in barristers' chambers.
On the way home, emboldened or perhaps tainted by the day's buzz about the hacking trial verdicts, I pap a passing genius. Where are my manners?