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Well I booked an appointment today to talk to the head of the BVC to discuss swapping from the LPC (Solicitor training) to the BVC (Barrister training).
Exciting stuff. Hopefully being clear first in the league table for GDL (law conversion course) mooting (mock trial style things) should work to my advantage. I sure hope so!
On a less positive front, my inability to mix plaster of paris to the right consistency meant that my second attempt to create a mold for a piece of detail for an LRP weapon I am having made cracked when drying and so will need to be sculptured AGAIN. Bah! Although it is quite relaxing.
On a murderous misanthropic point I had the pleasure of breaking up a fight Sunday night.
Sam, my father and myself arrived at the tram stop at 9:30pm to find a male Chav ~16yrs calling a lone woman a number of unpleasant thing. She told him to leave her alone and go away.
"Who do you think you're talking to?!" said the chav - delusional that he was something special.
Being a true gentleman he couldn't hit her himself so he told his two chavettes to "give 'er a fuckin' slap!" which, to my horror, they did! So there are two girls beating on a pure young woman in a totally unprovoked attack.
Then... to my further horror, chavette No. 1 pulls a 250ml vodka bottle from her pocket and hits the woman in the head with it and the girl is pushed to the ground! Damn!
It was at this point I, in good conscience, could stand and watch no further. So I stepped in and pulled the two girls off and told them to 'piss off'. Within a second I have Chav 2 (who was 6'3!) squaring up to me repeating the line "Touchin' me girl?!". Repeatedly. He literally said nothing else. His chav friend who started it all shouting "Knock 'em out! Repeatedly. Again, saying nothing but the same line over and over. Inbreeding at work.
Well by this point, and with the damage to my car and house from the fortnight previous in mind, I was very, very, very (very) angry and any fear gave way to murderous rage. I told him, in words I assumed he could understand to "Chill out and f**k off!". I think he could sense my mood because he did just that. Well at least I didn't get stabbed.
But it gets better...
The tram stop is under CCTV. So the following morning I phoned Nottingham Police.
What did they say? "We need the primary victim to come forward and give us permission to investigate."
They wouldn't even look at the CCTV - which as tax payers my family paid for! I even told her she was talking shite, but she said their hands were tied. I must be a rubbish lawyer, because my understandnig is vastly different.
I fear we may be losing our country to the chavs, and any defense the government has tried to install seems to have routed before the war even got going. I look to the horizon in anticipation of the coming vigilante age.
Exciting stuff. Hopefully being clear first in the league table for GDL (law conversion course) mooting (mock trial style things) should work to my advantage. I sure hope so!
On a less positive front, my inability to mix plaster of paris to the right consistency meant that my second attempt to create a mold for a piece of detail for an LRP weapon I am having made cracked when drying and so will need to be sculptured AGAIN. Bah! Although it is quite relaxing.
On a murderous misanthropic point I had the pleasure of breaking up a fight Sunday night.
Sam, my father and myself arrived at the tram stop at 9:30pm to find a male Chav ~16yrs calling a lone woman a number of unpleasant thing. She told him to leave her alone and go away.
"Who do you think you're talking to?!" said the chav - delusional that he was something special.
Being a true gentleman he couldn't hit her himself so he told his two chavettes to "give 'er a fuckin' slap!" which, to my horror, they did! So there are two girls beating on a pure young woman in a totally unprovoked attack.
Then... to my further horror, chavette No. 1 pulls a 250ml vodka bottle from her pocket and hits the woman in the head with it and the girl is pushed to the ground! Damn!
It was at this point I, in good conscience, could stand and watch no further. So I stepped in and pulled the two girls off and told them to 'piss off'. Within a second I have Chav 2 (who was 6'3!) squaring up to me repeating the line "Touchin' me girl?!". Repeatedly. He literally said nothing else. His chav friend who started it all shouting "Knock 'em out! Repeatedly. Again, saying nothing but the same line over and over. Inbreeding at work.
Well by this point, and with the damage to my car and house from the fortnight previous in mind, I was very, very, very (very) angry and any fear gave way to murderous rage. I told him, in words I assumed he could understand to "Chill out and f**k off!". I think he could sense my mood because he did just that. Well at least I didn't get stabbed.
But it gets better...
The tram stop is under CCTV. So the following morning I phoned Nottingham Police.
What did they say? "We need the primary victim to come forward and give us permission to investigate."
They wouldn't even look at the CCTV - which as tax payers my family paid for! I even told her she was talking shite, but she said their hands were tied. I must be a rubbish lawyer, because my understandnig is vastly different.
I fear we may be losing our country to the chavs, and any defense the government has tried to install seems to have routed before the war even got going. I look to the horizon in anticipation of the coming vigilante age.