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Jury Service
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Got the brown envelope today, at the age of 62. Have to make myself available for ten days in October. Initial reaction, bore. But then thought it might be interesting.
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Get yourself a Bob Marley T-shirt - the one where he's smoking the massive spliff with the "LEGALIZE IT" lettering. Wear that.
17:20 Sat 27th Aug 2022
It can be excruciatingly boring at times, but completely fascinating at others.
At my first stint I was Foreman which did add a little colour, and allowed me to have a chat with the Judge. The flip side being it can be quite tricky keeping it moving forward in the Jury Room. Based on your posts here I think you might find some of the Jury a bit infuriating LOL.
At my first stint I was Foreman which did add a little colour, and allowed me to have a chat with the Judge. The flip side being it can be quite tricky keeping it moving forward in the Jury Room. Based on your posts here I think you might find some of the Jury a bit infuriating LOL.
I have been called for jury service three times. The first time, my employer requested I be excused because I was essential for our recently opened new facility and could not really be absent. That worked. I was summoned again 7 years later and served for two weeks. Then 7 years after that, I served another two weeks.
I turned up during radiotherapy - with one eye sewn together ( eyelids so the eye closed) and radiotherapy hadnt quite gone the right way.
( kept my brain back in I joked as people stared at me like a freak)
and the clerk said christ are you OK to do this?
and I cdnt have been as I made my way darn da stairs and the Master's Joyfull do-do chased after me and shouted
"ere mate - gawd elp foo" etc - you know the usual godawful IQ-minus mumbo jumbo. His gown shoulder pads were like those Chiese roof tiles.
and someone said - no let him go !
and he had another round of 'foo-ing' and I was free !
but back again the following month - stitches out and my brayne hasnt spilled over the stitch cutting tray....
( but no one cd tell...)
( kept my brain back in I joked as people stared at me like a freak)
and the clerk said christ are you OK to do this?
and I cdnt have been as I made my way darn da stairs and the Master's Joyfull do-do chased after me and shouted
"ere mate - gawd elp foo" etc - you know the usual godawful IQ-minus mumbo jumbo. His gown shoulder pads were like those Chiese roof tiles.
and someone said - no let him go !
and he had another round of 'foo-ing' and I was free !
but back again the following month - stitches out and my brayne hasnt spilled over the stitch cutting tray....
( but no one cd tell...)
I did it in 2017, at Minshull Street Crown Court, Manchester. I was chosen for 3 cases in the time I was there, which took up most of the 2 weeks. However, one or two other people didn't get selected at all and just had to hang around reading for whole time.
On one case I was the Foreman and couldn't help laughing at the reply from a witness. The judge wasn't pleased and told me off, otherwise I would be removed from the court. Gulp!
The defence barrister said to this female witness:
"So, at this stage of the proceedings, how would you estimate your level of inebriation?"
To which the girl said: "Yer wot?"
I couldn't help laughing. Not good. Oh dear!
On one case I was the Foreman and couldn't help laughing at the reply from a witness. The judge wasn't pleased and told me off, otherwise I would be removed from the court. Gulp!
The defence barrister said to this female witness:
"So, at this stage of the proceedings, how would you estimate your level of inebriation?"
To which the girl said: "Yer wot?"
I couldn't help laughing. Not good. Oh dear!