Defendant: I didn't hear anything, I wasn't even home.
Prosecution: You were home because you were arrested (at home).
Pro: Your front door was open...
Def: Oh. Well what it was was I took the hoover down and put it in the (communal) hall. 'Cos it's only a small space see, I have to open my front door - I've got a weight to prop it open. I wasn't in the hall though.
Prosecution: You must have heard the noise, at least?
Pro: You supplied evidence about how noisy they were, even without your front door open?
Def: I didn't hear anything 'cos I was hoovering...
Judge (in summary): There are some mental capacity questions I have that need to have addressed before sentencing
Now back to the grindstone. Have some IT work this morning, but that is followed by lunch at The National theatre, which is rather exciting!
Then, I have my critique of Sequestration Manor back from Philip Shelley. On the first read, he isn't as brutal as Raindance! Haven't digested it fully yet, but there are a lot of changes. LOTS and lots! After a full read, I shall decide if I prefer the cut and thrust of Raindance over Screenwriting Goldmine's softer approach, but I suspect they're are actually both as brutal!
Does that change? As one gets better, do the Draft 1 critiques get less abrasive?