British justice triumphs again!
Stalin shall not prosper in our green and pleasant land!
Ban the whale!
Meat is murder! (but fish is justifiable homicide)
And other utterly meaningless things.
Having never been to court, for any reason, I'd assume it was a pretty slick run thing.
In, charged, bit of an argument with long words, some utter nob in a wig \ pinstripe suit \ glasses from pre-WWII (which he probably refers to as ‘spectacles’, so not to offend any womenfolk that may be present), makes a decision based on what he has been arsed to listen to, and everyone’s home in time for News At 10.
You walked in, held a bible for a bit, waited for someone to work out why you were there, when it became clear that you, nor anyone else had the slightest clue, you pleaded that it had all gone Pete Tong, the geezer in the chair accepts this plea, and you had it away on your toes.
Justice!