Vanity. Ares

room; the spectators brought the act to life by
bringing their preconceived notions,
interpretations and thus contributed to the whole
act.
Connor tried to muster a defence, but
whilst he queried Gordot, Walthamstow lingered
in my mind and I remembered a conversation
Connor had with PC Jabar. This came to my
mind as it that consisted of hearty laugher that I
assumed had history, in retrospect, to the extent
that I wondered whether there was collusion in
the choosing of Connor as my public defence
lawyer. Upset, I found his defence poor, as he
spoke his hands seemed as if they were stuck to
their sides, unlike Cesare whom when speaking
reminded me of Tony Blair; eloquence, technique
and skill to twist a sentence. Besides I always
knew the police had in fact chosen my lawyer, so
with all the ineptitude’s I had gone through in
the procedures leading to the trial, I guessed that
this too was some sort of incompetency and
accepted corruption within the Policing system -
in lieu of the economy which the last few years
before, was said to be in a bad state according to
the news I would sometimes read on the bus, or
see on the television. The state of the economy
made me think that even two-bit lawyers with
dusty suits had to find ways to befriend police
officers and drum up business, and was probably
why the dusty suit sat next to me. The judge
seemed irritable throughout the morning of that
second day, especially with Connor; correcting
his use of the word transsexual on two different
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