I got nailed to do jury service this week and after whinging, schimpfing and trying to avoid it, eventually trotted along to the Old Bailey on Monday morning consoling myself with the thought that at least I would be able to ensure a few chavs got sent to prison in order to compensate me for the inconvenience. But no... I spent three hours sitting around drinking coffee on Monday morning before being sent home until Wednesday. Sat around for an hour or so on Wednesday morning before being told to go away and come back at 1400 hrs (I redeployed to a nearby pub and quaffed a couple of pints of Mr Fuller's finest) and then spent an hour or so on Wednesday afternoon standing in a courtroom with sixty or so other potential jurors whilst they selected a panel for a six to eight week murder trial which had I been called - and I wasn't - I wouldn't have been able to do owing to work and family holiday commitments. At which point those of us who weren't doing the murder trial were told that we wouldn't be needed again and sent home. So having had to completely rearrange life, work etc for two weeks, I now have to unarrange it all: what a total waste of fecking time!