That jury! I was writing yesterday about the seeming attitude of the driving force of the jury - if I might put the stronger personalities into such a bracket. A sort of spirit of Lieutenant Columbo was present. Forget the lawyers' way with innuendos. They'd sort out the baddies.
And when one of the doubtful points the prosecution offered was being aired, the Columbo faction went into a sort of huddle. The leader jumped to his feet. He asked the judge for permission to speak.
Ship's Log 09 ii 2017 | Woolwich Crown Court |
approx 51° 30' N x 0° 5' E |
Wind ENE 8 knots | Barometer 1027 falling |
Overcast, dull | Temperature 5°
|Flourishing flora ... It might be winter (no question about that) but the undergrowth somewhere on the outskirts of London grows well. Oh, no peeking through the fence, please.|
Get the suspect onto the witness stand, Columbo said. Bring the jacket and let the bloke try it on. He outlined the plan as if this might be quite a ground shaking idea.
The judge, as patient as ever with the jury, reminded the spokesmen and those in the jury box that they were there to consider what was presented to them, and that was all.
Twelve willing detectives
Colombo returned to his seat. He didn't look too defeated. It's not every juror who gets to offer a helpful nod to a judge.
The attempt to be twelve willing detectives and true - though actually there were just eleven of them - might have made Colombo feel good, but it didn't do much to encourage the crowd of defendants.
In the next blog, I'll tell you what it was like to see the outside of that court room for the first time. We defendants knew only the interior, and the long tunnel from the top security prison, over the eighteen months of the trial, and on a few preliminary appearances, too.
I planned to illustrate the blog with a photo or two. Security spotted me and approached rapidly. I was made to delete the shots.