As I was about to leave the archives room I heard voices just outside the door, one of which I immediately recognised as an advocate we see very often in Court.
Through the slight gap in the doorway, I saw the other individual and recognised her by sight as a defendant who is 'well known to the Court'
They were discussing her case which was due to be heard after lunch.
The defendant inquired as to the members of the Bench. The advocate replied with three names, one of which was mine. He further specified that I was the chairman.
The defendant replied " Oh well, I might as well plead guilty if that fat, ugly, miserable ba$tard is up there"
The advocate said that she shouldn't plead guilty if she wasn't. She then said "Why bother? He doesn't believe a word I say"
The advocate said "Madam, Mr. ****** doesn't believe a word I say either... and I'm an advocate"