Thursday, 6 December 2007

Little Boxes


I spent the day wading through the publicity crazed press PR stunts of the sbaoteur justice perverts and the unbelievable lies and libels from the Police. I'm not going to elaborate. It's not in my nature. I'm known for my brevity. It's also dull and boring and monotonous stuff even though it's absolutely monumentally huge and ginormous. I gaze in wonderment at the lies the police come up with in their desperate campaign to cover up my research. One officer says he met me in 2006 even tough he first met me in 2004. He did meet me in 2006, but that's the sort of nit-picking justice diversion tactics that are so depressing. He can't explain it and the case will collapse. He didn't include the date of his statement in his statement and only makes brief reference to it. No doubt he's going to deny that he's been running all over the internet spreading libel and false libel accusations on every website. Probably.

We spent the sorry day moaning, muttering, complaining, whiing, whinging, gibbering and howling whilst leafing through pages of people's imbecilities and emphatic excuses for themselves. It's more than a 'out of their boxes' legal team deserves. Really my super ace top legal team really should be dealing with much weightier matters than the gibberings of a technician and their technical reports. I killed time by colouring in the pictures and diagrams. My super ace hunky lawyer understood my understandable distress and kept me provided with crayons. There was a 2006 statement from a technician from Scotland Yard that was more than a little wearing; he's basically stating that he took a hard drive out of its case, and put it back in. Quite simply. The techno babble goes on for miles. I had to begin a paragraph... ' I do not see the point of this witness...' I really had to. It's important to show how lond and detailed technical reports on my hard drives are of no use whatsoever. That will show the court.

Plus, everyone was miserable about the news legal aid rules, which will accord solicitors flat rates for different work, i.e. one hundred and fifty pounds for appeals of certain types, or some such joke. Despite being miserable and depressed we were all happy and cheerful as the CPS case will collapse and I will definitely win and get all my research back. I may even be entitled to have everything published at the Crown's expense as compensation for having my time wasted reading drivel when it could be much more better used by my usual writing of drivel instead.

Thankfully all my friends and rich and influential colleagues and supporters will club together and pay for my defence.

Oh.