Monday, August 23, 2010

Life Imitates Art

I sat on a trial a few weeks back; domestic violence, as so many are nowadays. It was the usual bottom-of-the-pile scenario. Barry and Charlene's relationship was going through an even rougher patch than usual and dozens of texts were flying between them. Charlene decided to sort things out so she tracked her charmless paramour to a local pub where the couple drank Stella and vodka for a couple of hours. They decided to go home, and Barry texted a reliable mate to score some coke to see them through the evening.
Once home the now-intoxicated couple did four lines apiece, and settled down to watch TV; some time after that the trouble kicked off, someone dialled 999, and the whole mess was placed before our bench. They attacked each other of course, but she was cautioned because he was deemed to have landed the first blow; he was charged with Common Assault.
So far, so run-of-the-mill, but what stuck in my mind was their snuggling down to watch a bit of telly. Charlene said they watched 'Shameless'.
I bet they think it's a documentary.

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