Again, it’s time for a serious note, a further observation.
Since Oscar Pistorius has come onto the stand – or perhaps rather since Gerrie Nel has begun his
annihilation cross-examination – the spurious tweets have (mostly) dropped off. I think that the assorted journos feel that this is the moment that they’ve been waiting for: the bit that everyone wants to see. The immediate analysis has almost completely disappeared – suddenly it’s just facts being reported.
Nel’s reading glasses enjoy a small but interesting role here. He brandishes them like a poker tell, indicating when he’s about to attack.
— andrew harding (@BBCAndrewH) April 10, 2014
Which is most of the time.
“I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous/ You can see that my city found me then put me on stages/ To me that’s amazing”
— Rebecca Davis (@becsplanb) April 10, 2014
These Kendrick Lamar lyrics could be the mantra of the trial journalists.
Hurrah! Tea break… — Aislinn Laing (@Simmoa) April 10, 2014
Yes, but remember to take turns on the swings in the playground.
“How long have we been here now?”
“No idea. I’ve completely lost track of time. 20 days? 21?”
“Meh – you put 20 and I’ll go for 21. No-one will notice.”
Pistorius blows his nose, then leaves the court. Aimee Pistorius is looking upset and talking to the ass prosecutor who’s talking stridently
— Aislinn Laing (@Simmoa) April 11, 2014
Ass prosecutor? Blimey. What a specialised position. Just imagine if OP’s ass is aquitted but the rest of him ends up in prison. How would that even work?
Also, they need to stop the Bulls playing rugby, Sundowns’ push for the league title, anything to do with the Union Buildings and prevent any of the 1.4million residents doing anything that might get in your way.