Saturday 5 November 2011: Swearing the Oath.
Fuck and double fuck.
Have been called up for Jury Service.
I've had other commitments the last 5 (yes I know) times
over the last 2 years, but this time I'm available.
Thing is, it's the High Court this time
and everybody tells me it'll probably be a murder
(sorry, we're in Scotland, so murrrddur).
Would rather it was:
Man steals orange from local upstanding grocer,
Or woman goes to the toilet without
spending a penny, but it probably won't be.
I can only conclude (m'lud) that my fair-minded
and balanced opinions on practically everything has reached
the ears of the Scottish Judicial System, and that's
why they are haranging me to help them out.
Or maybe not.