I like left home at around 10:30pm in order to set off for my trial, my sisters really felt uncomfortable letting me go on my own, they wouldn’t say why but I know they were worried I might kill myself. The train journey was as long and dull as always, I was able to get some sleep and read an issue of EMPIRE, I got for my birthday. The sleeper carriage was unisex, first time I’ve seen this.
I wondered around for an hour killing time before my appointment with my solicitor. It’s all good, don’t want to give anything away about the case so I’ll leave it there. I’m going to be found innocent, it’s a crime this has been stretched out so long. Turns out one of the Polish girls has fled back to her third world home, guess I can chalk up one in the “win” column. Also love my solicitor, don’t want to hurt his career but he has the right views.
After this I killed another hour by window shopping and eating a tuna sandwich from Gregg’s. It was time to head to the courthouse, I sat and waited to be called, one hour passed, then another and then another, then it was time for lunch. My solicitor advised me that my trial may be adjourned as the case before it is taking longer than expected but it might not as the witnesses are here. I killed the time by grabbing McDonald’s, I hate the place but they have self service machines. A couple of young girls sat next to me, possibly talking about “senpais” while I people watched.
Back at court it was confirmed the trial will be adjourned until October, the process was formal with the judge and clerk saying their bits. The person representing the prosecution is a young woman, not sure if that’s really good or really bad. The judge is also female. Inexperience vs bias. Had a short chat with my solicitor out the courthouse. Train home sucked, 8 hours and my phone battery quickly died, my 3DS wasn’t charged and I was tired. The only interesting thing I observed were a couple of pakis chatting, one was a 70 year old first gen who lectured Electrical Engineering and the other was 51 years old, a nurse,mixed race, spoke with a white accent and had a daughter who also spoke white (both were still dark though). I couldn’t help but compare my heritage, there must be some kind of genetic fault in my family or some kind of intangible cancer.
Train conductor asked to see my ticket for a second time, I snapped, asked if he was asking everyone, he backed off and later apologised, I did the same.
When home I ate some more before retiring.
Pulled a Sicky from work, filled out the online absence form but couldn’t muster the courage to answer the welfare call. Claimed food poisoning.