Old Bailey ...the Summons

Three years ago I was called up for Jury Service at Southwark Crown Court. At the time I remember thinking 'I wish it was The Bailey' . Be careful what you wish for. For all those who thought that jury service comes once in a lifetime - this week I started my second stint -only 3 years after my first. At the Old Bailey.
Now I happen to be one of those people who is not too impressed by those whose first reaction is 'How can I get out of this?'
You know who you are.
One day it might be you sitting there in the dock .At the mercy of 12 random strangers. And believe me you will be hoping that the level of education and intelligence among those strangers is high enough to process what went on during your trial. And arrive at a fair and balanced verdict.

The law quite rightly forbids that I divulge details here. But I'll just say this. At Southwark I encountered one fellow juror whose grasp of what she had been listening to was limited. 'Which one's the defendant?' ; another who was convinced that the defendant's race was enough to indicate guilt and another who based her judgement on the defendant's facial expressions.

There are people like this sitting on juries every day of the year throughout this land . If you don't want to be tried by them, then for goodness sake bite the bullet when it's your turn!

So to the Bailey.
Well so far - I have not been assigned to a case.
More when I have . But not about the case . Ofcourse.