Confessions of a Barrister
From the people who brought you the bestselling Confessions of a GP.Russell is a young criminal Barrister. It’s his job to defend the people who have found themselves on the wrong side of the law – Petty thieves, career criminals, drug dealers and murderers…The scary son of a famous footballer, whose violent behaviour has got him in trouble so many times he almost knows the law better than Russell.The thief of a marital aid, who has a rather unusual defence.The 27 year old drug addict accused of stealing a push-bike, a chainsaw, a bag full of washing and a small fridge – all at the same time.And Russell’s first murder case – a young woman accused of murdering her violent boyfriend.This fascinating insight takes us behind the closed doors of the British legal world. With plenty of drama inside – and outside – of the courtroom, you’ll find out how CCTV can make or break a case, how your Facebook page could land you in jail and why on earth they wear those funny wigs!
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RUSSELL WINNOCK
Confessions of a Barrister
The Friday Project
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This ebook first published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers Ltd 2015
Copyright © Russell Winnock 2015
Cover illustration © Katie May
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Source ISBN: 9780008100346
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Version: 2015-09-15
To my Dad, who taught me to always try to look after
those who struggle to look after themselves
Table of Contents
How do you defend someone who you know is guilty?
Wigs, gowns, three-piece suitsand my blue bag
Whatâs the difference between a solicitor and a barrister?
Instinct and the case of Harvey Mannerley
The ten greatest trials of all time
Dinners, beers and âwhat would you do if you werenât a barrister?â
Part 1 â His Honour Judge Percy and the case of Tommy Nutall
Part 2 â His Honour Judge Marmaduke and the case of Peter Hilton
Part 3 â Judge Mariner QC and thecase of Yusuf Salam
The kangaroo court of Lincoln Prison
The ten greatest fictional lawyers
Cross-examination and the case of Shandra Whithurst
The Magistrates Court in the country
Football, violence, and the case of Archie Finch
The case of the sizzling Gypsy sisters
The ten greatest Crown Courts in the land
The Court of Appeal and the case of R v J (a minor)
Touting and solicitorâs wars
The case according to Tasha Roux
Domestic violence and the case of Carl and Leanne Stafford
Bradley Edwards and the âFurry Fuckersâ
The story of Charlie Parkman QC
The queue at HMP Stoneywood and the case of Sam Wheldon
Goodbye to Johnny Richardson and hello to Lilly Spencer
The trial of Tasha Roux day one â the robing room bullies
This book is dedicated to the Judges, barristers, solicitors, court staff, clients and criminals who have inspired the stories. All names and events have been changed, but each story and event has its genesis in some case or incident that has actually happened.
The buzzer. The buzzer of doom. The buzzer that indicates that the jury have reached a verdict and are now ready to come back into the courtroom to deliver it. Guilty or not guilty, thatâs what the buzzer means. And as soon as I hear it, the pace of my heart starts to quicken and I feel the prickle of sweat forming under my wig.
I look behind me to the dock where my client, a pockmarked and serially dishonest rogue and drug addict by the name of Brian Fordyke, sits, charged with shoplifting. The trial has not gone particularly well for him.
Iâm in court sixteen of the City Crown Court. Itâs a court where odd things happen, far away from the gaze of the media and the high-profile cases. It is tucked away, ancient, dusty and largely ignored. It is where I ply my trade as a barrister. In court sixteen the buzzer is followed by the footsteps â heavy, foreboding footsteps on the wooden floor that leads from the jury room to the courtroom: clomp, clomp, clomp.
And with every footstep, the verdict âguiltyâ or ânot guiltyâ, happiness or sadness, freedom or incarceration is brought a clomping step nearer.
The door from the jury room to the courtroom opens and in they walk. The usual vengeful suspects: my jury, Brian Fordykeâs jury. Thereâs the little old lady who has sucked Everton Mints religiously throughout the trial; the bloke with the tattoos who sat and stared utterly oblivious to my attempts to persuade him of Brian Fordykeâs innocence; the middle-class man who has worn a suit throughout; the hippy lady in the flowing blouse who chose to affirm rather than swear on the Bible (always nice to get a couple of liberals on the jury); and the pretty girl to whom I found myself paying far too much attention during my closing speech. These and the seven others clomp towards their place in the jury box and sit down.
