Good morning to everyone except my partner who, at 2am, mid-dream, sat bolt upright in bed and terrifyingly shouted into the dark: “Will there be a buffet?”
I have never forgotten telling man after man in cell after cell how long they would get in prison for the 2011 London riots.
Once enthusiasm for lobbing bins at police has waned, once your pals have been arrested, once the booze & adrenaline subside - you realise.
Then regret.
It would be fantastically British to revoke A50, put the kettle on, apologise to our neighbours for all of the fuss and then vow to never speak of this embarrassment again (except when someone gets drunk at Christmas) 🇬🇧 🇪🇺
If the worst they’ve got on Keir Starmer is that he shields his daughter from the media on his doorstep AND he loved his disabled mum so much he bought her land to care for some RESCUED DONKEYS then, sound the alarm, we might actually have an altogether decent bloke on our hands.
bear with me here: the new X icon is actually completely adorable if you change the settings to baby pink. Instead of aggressive masculinity it’s just this little teeny tiny kiss to speak to the little imaginary internet friends that live in your phone 🥰
Imagine rocking up to work on Monday, opening up the emails and discovering your place of work had been issued with 50+ Fixed Penalty Notices, had put 56 people under investigation for sexual misconduct - 3 of those in senior roles, and that someone had PornHub on in the office.
First, you think you are a feminist. Then, before you know it, you’re crawling into your husband’s study on your hands and knees to secretly deliver him toast during his Teams meeting.
Nothing says ‘respecting our war dead’ like going out with the lads, getting the balaclavas on, chanting ENGLAND TILL I DIE, having a little skirmish with the local constabulary and filming it on your iPhone for later. Lovely day out for everyone. Paid your respects didn’t you.
Guess who won’t be coming along to give character evidence at your sentencing hearing? It’s the anonymous idiots-on-the-internet who inspired you to be the worst version of yourself after a few cans of beer and too much time on Facebook.
An after-court treat in Liverpool - being reunited with my fantastic grandad after 18months of Covid separation 🥰 He’s asked how many people will see this excellent photo - I said a few.
I hear ol’ Brandon Lewis went on the telly to imply barristers aren’t underpaid.
One day last week I got up at 5am, drove a 108mile round trip, prepped a (fairly large) case, advised a client who may go to prison, conducted the court hearing, wrote everything up.
My fee? £126.
For the addicted kids we see in court, a drugs conviction is serious business.
For society, the market perpetuates violence and exploitation.
But for some, it’s simply a political skeleton to kick out the cupboard before it falls out.
And *that* is what privilege looks like.
Let me tell you, getting a furious pigeon out of a boiling hot courtroom wearing a wig and gown and armed only with a massive stick is not something they teach you at law school.
The habit of MPs to leave in disgrace but write a little letter about their best bits is wild. Imagine if we all did it. ‘So sorry I got drunk at the office do and did a wee in that pot plant - I *know* HR have to sack me. But remember the project I managed in 2007. Nailed that.’
Ask any lawyer who blearily pressed the cell buzzer at Highbury Corner Magistrates’ Court in the early hours of those hot, dangerous days in August 2011.
There’s always a reckoning.
* They didn’t ‘receive’ £200k in legal aid.
* They didn’t ‘receive’ a penny.
* 16 year olds accused of murder need lawyers. This case also involved experts. Those people need to be paid.
* The alternative is children representing themselves which would result in injustice.
Things I do that leave the criminal justice system ‘hamstrung’:
* cross-examine vulnerable children with skill and care, agonising over every word to ensure their fairest evidence is given.
* sit with prisoners who are suicidal and then lie awake at night thinking about them.
I’m just a defence lawyer here to tell you that 99% of kids caught with Nitrous Oxide won’t go anywhere near a prison. They will get a fine. But, more importantly, they’ll get a criminal record that will likely impact their job prospects.
Standing ovation for Suella Braverman.
📢 BREAKING: Nitrous oxide to become an illegal Class C substance by the end of the year.
We are cleaning up our streets and tackling anti-social behaviour. Those in unlawful possession could face up to two years in prison or an unlimited fine.
🔗
Training to be a criminal barrister: 5 years.
Cost of bar course: c.£13,000
Role: Complex, sensitive human & legal problems. Distressing material. Punishing hours.
Responsibility: High. People may be sent to prison.
Median annual income for juniors in first 3 years?
£12,200
Reasons why you can’t start a criminal case at 9am.
(Welcome to my twitter page where 20,000 people enjoy this journey into the abyss, pull up a chair, the people are nice.)
A thread:
This site is so miserable at the moment - it is time for a Thread.
I grew up in the era of the radio show phone-in. They were A Big Deal in the early 00s.
And the biggest of all the big deals was when a radio station held Party in the Park.
You could call to win tickets.
What Dr Hilton fails to realise is that his letter quietly reveals himself.
He seems angry at lots of women entering his profession.
To his fury, he knows they are there on merit, so his very last crumb of attack is: AND THEY CANT *EVEN* WITHSTAND SEXUALLY INAPPROPRIATE ACTIONS
You could carry absolutely anything down that aisle and Huw Edwards would be like ‘here comes the ceremonial grapefruit, last carried by the Duke of Battersea in the admiralty wars of 1752’
Let me tell you who might need a jury to give them the benefit of the doubt one day.
It’s you.
But, please, do carry on with this knee-jerk reaction to a single verdict, in a single case, because you - who heard precisely none of the evidence or the legal directions - disagree.
My husband is on the phone to someone trying to give his booking reference in the phonetic alphabet.
Reader: he does not know the phonetic alphabet.
C FOR … CAT, he has opted for. A strong start. A very long way to go.
“I don’t believe we are close to breaking point”, says Robert Buckland on the criminal justice system as I remind myself of cases in my diary in 2023, suspects released under investigation for *years* before charge and the fact it began raining *inside* a courthouse this week.
Merry Christmas to all the millennials, stranded in London, attempting their first turkey today armed with nothing but blind enthusiasm, a text of random instructions from their mum and a YouTube video. Go well.
The Tory party glancing sideways at Boris are in need of the type of robust advice women in their 30s have been giving eachother for years:
Yes, your appalling ex can, occasionally, be funny at dinner parties.
No, that’s categorically not a good reason to give him another go.
The bumper-to-bumper passive aggression of an East London traffic jam shunning a queue jumper is a thing of beauty. Closing ranks. No weak motorist in the chain. A conga line of motoring justice. He’ll still be there at noon. Indicating. Hoping.
When I was 18 (nervously sneaking into courts to watch) a lovely old QC told me that, one day, I’d win in the Court of Appeal and would skip across the road to eat cake. That was, apparently, in the finest traditions of the bar and practically the law.
Whoever he was - thankyou.
Priti Patel’s spokesperson telling lawyers to “get back to work” is quite the thing. I’ll just whack on my wig and gown and hot foot it down to Blackfriars Crown Court. Oh no, wait, the government sold it as prime real estate so now vulnerable complainants wait longer for trial.
“Yes, Your Honour, my client would like to plead ‘retrospective’ to this offence - our apologies for troubling the court with this unusual crime that happened without my client giving the police advance notice of it. He knows next time to give the nice local bobby a call first.”
If aspiring lawyers feel discouraged because of anti-lawyer rhetoric then please - and I cannot stress this enough - don’t be.
Holding the state to account on behalf of the marginalised or vulnerable is just about the best thing you can do with your law degree. And your voice 🫶
As the country is gripped by the Supreme Court - a light guide (ahem) to some barrister phrases:
“If my learned friend is right...” = My learned friend is wrong.
“I’ve just noticed the time” = I am hungry. Are you hungry?
“I won’t read it aloud” = It’s really quite long.
Dominic Cummings doesn’t realise it yet - and he probably never will - but the fact he is admitting that, unelected, he was at the heart of government and suggested a ‘plan’ to stop the boats that included THIS ZINGER is the exact reason why we need human rights protections.
It’s actually a commendable effort to simultaneously misunderstand the role of the CPS, the job of the DPP, the function of a jury, the impact of guilty pleas, the difference in status between allegation, charge and conviction and to deliver that ignorance in just 16 words.
Ed Miliband is that lad who sits at the back of a multi-handed trial being underestimated and forgotten before delivering an absolute banger of a closing speech from nowhere.
I’m all for this working-from-home revolution but the person I share my life with just cooked an entire mackerel 10 feet from where I’m working and if you did that in any office I’m pretty sure there’d be some kind of formal complaint procedure.
I am *obsessed* with the rumour that static cruise liners might be good for jury trials.
Single rooms with facilities to wait in. Huge ballrooms to hold trials at safe distances. Catering. Internet.
“Miss Hardy, where have you been? What are you wearing? Is that...a cocktail?”
I see you all telling your Magistrates’ Court nightmare stories but silliness happens both sides of the bench. Huge shout out to the lawyer who ended a speech - grappling for a philosophical quote to give it some welly - and said “In the words of Avril Lavigne, It’s complicated.”
You’ll hear a lot today about the government ‘toughening up’ sentences.
Know this:
* One London court is setting trial dates in October 2025.
* I recently finished an alleged sexual offences trial where the police were called in 2017 and the verdict was not until 2023.
Life has never been purer than that summer.
And - 20 years later - on Mothers’ Day, I gave my mum what I should have given her decades ago. A new little patio table. ❤️
My glorious, ninety-something, young-at-heart Grandad has been isolating alone. I worried he’d be sad without his lovely pals. But, here he is, dancing his heart out in the street, playing the bones beautifully, clapped by his (safely distanced) community.
My heart is bursting.
Hugely skilled and accomplished woman gets a good job. The headline? Doesn’t use her name. Only uses her (deceased) male relative’s name. And the photo? That’s of him too.
This “optimism” strategy re Brexit is clever. Anyone offering criticism is a disbeliever, a misery guts.
It’s the Hen Do Strategy.
No one wants to be there. It’s going to cost a fortune. It’s complete chaos. But KEEP SMILING, don’t say it, remember, this is the Best Night Ever.
PM says 25 courtrooms & 150 judges available to deal with legal challenges from asylum seekers. When courts are struggling with backlog - partly due to not enough barristers & courts - not clear how govt going to achieve these resources by not having impact on judicial system?
* glances at the growing court queue with some trial dates in 2024 *
* glances at our overcrowded, understaffed prisons *
* glances at the sentencing starting point of 4.5 years for street dealing a class A drug *
Prison works. It is a deterrent, it takes criminals off our streets and is justice for their victims. This bill will severely undermine confidence in our criminal justice system.
The solution to this problem is to build more prisons, not let criminals off the hook. 3/3
Season 3 should be ‘Emily in London’. Just Lily Collins living in a damp houseshare in Zone 4 for 1500 excruciating quid a month, popping down to Croydon IKEA, going to Ciao Bella for Bumble dates and tackling the 3am Uber surge.
It’s 2023. Court convenes. The lawyers assemble:
* clears throat *
Altogether now:
“I promise not to use my wily, lawyerly ways to upset Priti Patel and I super-pinky-promise not to tweet about it in a manner likely to cause mild inconvenience to the Home Office twitter team.”
* Judges can already give whole life terms for the worst offenders. We - literally - saw it this week.
* We are setting trial dates in 2025. This makes you less safe. Will they fix that?
* On Friday, 29% of courtrooms sat empty despite c.60k pending cases. Will they fix that?
❝It’s my top priority to keep the British public safe – and I will do whatever it takes to make that happen.❞
Today Prime Minister
@RishiSunak
announced changes to sentencing laws to take violent offenders off our streets.
Here’s how ⬇️
I’m staring and staring at a case file where the defendant pleaded Not Guilty two years, two months and five days ago - and the trial is still yet to even happen.
I used to feel angry. But now. I feel tired. I’m so tired.
I recently finished a case where the defendant was police bailed, then “released under investigation”, then court bailed for:
3 years,
2 months,
29 days.
Aged 18 when accused.
Aged 22 when acquitted.
Covid didn’t start the backlog.
*Cuts* did.
This is so l break-uppy I can barely read it. All that’s missing is ‘and your friends are idiots, your car is crap, and I was only pretending to like French movies for you’
Guys, there is a burst water main in London - and I have seen enough terrible television to know that this is *definitely* some kind of magic portal into another land 🌈
if you really think lawyers shouldn’t represent criminals then you will need a fair mechanism to decide who is a criminal or not to allocate the lawyers correctly - oh wait - we have that - a trial where someone is represented by a lawyer. Thank you for reading my dissertation.
Do you know who else he would have defended if he had been asked to?
You lot.
Because that’s how it works. You don’t choose the cases, don’t choose the clients, don’t choose their crime or how bad they are. You don’t have to like or agree with them.
You just do the job.
Keir Starmer wants to talk about what he did before politics. He should tell the British people about the terrorist groups and hate preachers he defended.
Don't put Britain's national security in his hands. Don't let him surrender our borders.
#BBCDebate
Oh GOOD MORNING, cheerful-but-anonymous government source. Crikey, you’ve had your weetabix. Don’t worry. You kept it classy. No one will *ever* suspect that - whisper it - being held to account on a free public forum by political amateurs is irritating you to your very soul.
We condemn a Home Office video referring to immigration lawyers who provide legal advice to migrants as ‘activist lawyers’.
Solicitors advise their clients on *their rights under the laws created by parliament*
The young lads a few doors along from me have pizza delivered EVERY night. Just bumped into one of them with a huge grown-up grocery shop.
“Cooking for a girl”, he beamed, “trying paella, gonna wing it”.
PAELLA?! That’s his debut. That’s so hard. I’m rooting for him. And her.
Controversial:
BBQs are awful.
Eating outside. Balancing a cup and a plate and a fork like a gymnast. Salad. (Why is there salad?) Smoke pluming. Stressed chef. Comedy aprons. Overdone chicken for fear of a fatality. A Pimms-lemonade ratio that’s toxic. Flies.
I regret to inform you I just heard a tour guide outside of my work tell a bunch of tourists that ‘barristers get allocated their wigs by an expert in the way Harry Potter gets allocated a wand’.
Listen, I don’t produce breakfast television or radio but, if I did, and if I had a government minister on the line I would DEFINITELY get them to ring their GP and try to live book an appointment it would be GOLDEN.
Yes! It’s the season of huge groups of school kids in little yellow vests being herded onto the tube by sweating teachers.
I *love* these little guys.
Commuters, stoney-faced, pretending a pack of tiny, excellent comedians haven’t just joined us.
Running the country via a main WhatsApp chat - with rogue splinter chats emerging purely to slate some of the main characters or ideas - has absolutely *huge* Hen Do Organisation energy.
Eating a late night McDonald’s and putting the evidence in the Big Outside Bin before my husband gets home from his lads’ night out is my signature move.
Good luck to all the pupil barristers starting today!
Ten years ago I spent the morning throwing up in the loo at Brent Mags before grandly declaring “my client has not attended, Madam” as if I was addressing The Hague - so see if you can improve on that.
You got this.