Friday 00.50

I posted yesterday my view that the Spector trial was “Dead Dead Dead” and that what we were seeing was agonal gasping from a putrifying corpse. Since then Judge Fidler has carried on a one-man fight to breath life back into the prosecution’s case - with no help, so far as I could see, from prosecuter Alan Jackson, let alone the Brain-in-a-Speaker-Phone now appearing for the defence.

Kim’s DarwinException account of yesterday’s proceedings was absolutely masterly and I wish it to be known that, should she decide to return to the law, I would be very willing to clerk for her. To further my application I submit a 1950 newspaper report of one of my early cases.

This site is under reconstruction and, in Eugene O’Neill’s immortal phrase, in a terrible state of chassis. It will get better, I promise