Wild Cat 2004

“Call Mr Mustafa Allamann , oh sorry, call the victim.” The clerk announced and he winked at me. family strokes videos “I say,” said the Judge, “We really cannot have people drinking Alcohol in court.”
“Why you want one?” I asked, “Or will you stick to the Gin in your water glass.”
“Gin thank you!” he replied with the faintest of a smile, “If you could settle down Ladies and Gentlemen.”
“Get on with it!” Big Norman the six foot seven, twenty stone bouncer from the ‘Flying Horse,’ shouted. ===================================
“Order in court!” the Clerk to the Court ordered, “This is a serious matter.”
“Bloody farce mate,” I said, “If you ask me.”
“No one asked you Mr Allthwaite,” the Clerk continued. “I already told you when Al said will you have your head kicked in or do you want a pedocure he chose pedocure.”
“I reckon that’s about all,” he said. “Are you sure Mr Memphis is a qualified solicitor?” the Judge asked. “Get on with it!” Big Norman insisted. “Yes, of course, now Mr Allthwaite.” Weasley says. “Why are we waiting!” old Esmond the welsh git from Mafeking Street started singing to the tune of “Oh come all ye Faithful,” and the skinheads joined in “Why are we fuck-ing wait-ing,”
“Clear the Court!” the Clerk shouted, “Security!”
“They fucked off ages ago,” I told him but Harry and Dave what usually checked the punters for knives and that was in their civvies at the back with the rest of the lads.