Rookie error

BabyB LPlate improvedYesterday I was in Southend, the day before Bournemouth and today it was Brighton which sounds more like the itinerary of a stand up comedian than a baby barrister.  Though come to think of it, the wages are probably as paltry and the audience as humourless.

Anyway, today my opponent was another pupil.  She opened with the line,

“Sir, my client is a very old lady of…”

Wait for it.

“…fifty-seven.”

The cracking sound of the breaking of the nib of the judge’s pencil reverberated around the courtroom long after judgment had been given against her client.

December 28, 2016 · Tim Kevan · One Comment
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  1. Abigail - May 26, 2007

    I have seen old people in their forties. One alcoholic was coming out with lines like, “My daughters come round and look after me”, attitudes which my father aged 82 would despise. The youngest old man I ever saw was a glue sniffer in his early 20s. Unlike his friends who took it up at school, he had never given up. He told me, he could remember starting to sniff glue when he was at school like yesterday, but he could not remember yesterday. Just like an old man.