...while I am rattling my cage below the court as these gentlemen, with the tape recorder deliberately switched off have waxed eloquent for half an hour or so, in their last ditch attempt to have me sent to Broadmoor, IPP, to avoid the machine gun trial ever becoming public. But William, the clerk, switched...
Williams obtains my USA records, but refuses to let me see them just part of my medical records needed for my anaesthesist for my much delayed hip replacement operation.