My Trip to the High Court

     It is April 12th 2018. I am a farmer being cross-examined in the High Court. Having grown up almost mute, I am certainly not cut out for this kind of thing. I am also extremely tired, having slept maybe two hours in the three nights since our company's solicitor organised the planting of fifteen documents with my affidavit of the 9th. Five or six of these have just been used by counsel for the plaintiff Mr. Shortt (who shouts a lot) to make it look like I've been siphoning money from our company for my own benefit. It is nonsense (as it will take another year to prove to court). I do my best, but I don't have the understanding that our accountant or the other directors (both businessmen) would have. None of the three has turned up.      Our counsel Mr. Forde has just caught me out with a trick question, which causes me to undermine the evidence I have given (and which he had warned me, though not specifically, not to give) in answer to Mr. Shortt's que...

      My and our company's solicitor Mr. Cunningham has brought in two barristers (both boy barristers, as ever) to deal with our company's application to the Supreme Court. I only (reluctantly) agreed to take one on, a junior - because of the pain which seniors have caused us with their antics in the past. But it now appears that another senior wants in.     I instructed Mr. Cunningham on April 18th to apply immediately for an injunction against the 'settlement', based on my being a creditor of our company and the 'settlement' participants ignoring this fact. He doesn't think it will work. I don't know what to do.                                                                              Three days ago, I was informed that our leave to appeal has to be lodged by ...