Damn - in my head I pitch up to court swathed in Gucci - looking groomed, elegant, timeless, flirt with the legal advisor, entertain the bench with my witty yet legally insightful arguments, prove the case, leave my opponent gasping like a fish, get costs, personal congratulations and an OBE and leave. Spose gold shoes are completely out of the question?
In RL - there's waiting and bad coffee although my local mags has started taking Hello, which has greatly improved the waiting area.
Where's Cyb?