You Cant Handle the Truth!

I'm back from my first visit to court. No I haven't run down some granny pushing a shopping cart full of cans, nor am I getting divorced (not married for a start)or anything else. In fact I was representing the company I work for and the hearing was about a (ex) client of ours that isn't paying their bills. We are right, they are wrong. It is a pretty simple case. This particular hearing was because the defendant (a weasly, insiduous, creepier version of Charles Dance - honestly, he could be his less successful younger brother!) is claiming that they never received the original court documents because apparently we sent them to number 4 not number 4a. A minor technicality that the judge was quick to point out was 'a very flimsy excuse', especially as their business owns the flat above the premises anyway.


The judge then proceeded to grill the defendant as to why he hadnt bothered to check upstairs with the tennant of the flat, dont you own the property? Does this happen regularly? How did you find out about this hearing then, seeing as the same address was used? Was the previous document selectively lost? And so forth.


Charles Dance then proceeded to squirm and abase himself in front of the judge: 'yes sir, of course sir, well I could'nt really say sir, no I didn't sir, yes sir, sorry sir'. I honestly thought he was about to turn and drop his shorts ready to be caned, to cry and beg the headmaster not to call his parents.


Anyway, I was really nervous before we went in, I felt oddly guilty (that's probably not a good sign is it?) even though I was neither defending myself or had even done anything wrong! I was armed with printouts of hundreds of email conversations, phone logs and other bits of evidence to support my case, but as it turns out, all I had to say was: 'Good afternoon', 'yes', and finaly: 'Thank you, good bye.'


So that was fun. Though of course this was only a preliminary hearing. The real fun will start when Charlie D tries to defend himself! I cant wait. Sod Law and Order, Ally McBeal, Boston Legal and Judge Judy. Its all happening here. When Charles Dance started to witter on pathetically about his ridiculous reasons for contending, I had to restrain myself from shouting 'YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH'. Truth to be told, I could barely stop myself from laughing as the judge ripped into him. Is it to late for a law career do you think?