An episode filmed in the lifelong family tragedy of one child’s ruined childhood, when he was only 4, helped lead to a courtroom comedy more than two years later.
Events including (but not confined to) those caught on camera as shown in the video, led to a court case that ended somewhat comically in 2017. Comically, but, alas, not happily for the child concerned.
First, the incident that, in part, kicked off the court case. The following video was shot in December 2014.
Metaphorical applications of the Schrodinger’s Cat thought-experiment
If we get close to a default, no-deal Brexit again, next time with no extension on offer, we may discover the British PM’s as-yet-undisclosed belief as to the correct answer to an unresolved constitutional question. That question is what the constitutional requirements are for revoking the Article 50 notice already given.
There are actually two boxes, and two cats. There is what the constitutional requirements actually are, which only a court case can determine. I call that “the legal box“. And then there is what the PM thinks the constitutional requirements are, which I call “the mental box“.
A key question is whether there would need to be a new Act of Parliament before the PM could revoke Article 50 notice.
I went to bed on Wednesday night with that final hour less than two days in the future. I had spent the evening drafting a rough-and-ready judicial review application, which I would have filed in the Admin Court on Thursday morning with an application for urgent consideration (within two hours) of an interim remedy, an injunction until further order preventing the PM from purporting to revoke Article 50 notice without statutory authority, which we know she does not have yet.
Earlier on Wednesday, I had attended Court 37 at the Royal Courts of Justice, hoping to make an amateurish, free-standing and (it turned out) misconceived application for an urgent injunction, without having first made the necessary judicial review application needed to provide the injunction application with context. The judge kindly suggested starting again, in the Admin Court.
I wrote on Monday, from Bucharest, to a comrade, saying,
I never in my life, before today, expected one day to find myself taking a Prime Minister to court, seeking an injunction to stop him or her from doing something or other that he or she was reported on the BBC news to have threatened to do, which I thought was probably illegal, but which the PM apparently thought he or she was perfectly entitled to do, just because he or she was PM. Yet that is exactly what I am expecting to be doing later this week, when I get back from Romania. And I don’t see how I can possibly lose. Do you? Please read the papers attached.
Tonight, I am staying a short walk from the Royal Courts of Justice. I hope to get a hearing in the morning, in Court 37. The tweet tells the story.
My report dated 4th October 2018 to Police Scotland of its own hate crime, in the form of a poster bearing Police Scotland’s logo that uses hate speech against religious people, is published here: Police Scotland’s hate crime.
Subsequent email correspondence from Police Scotland to myself in response to my hate crime report, consisting principally of what I refer to as standard fob-off emails 1 and 2, and from me in reply to Police Scotland’s two fob-off emails, is published here: Police Scotland’s bid to wriggle out of hate crime bust.
This morning, I received a typed letter from Police Scotland, by Recorded delivery.
Subject: EMAIL your Trans consultation – DEADLINE EXTENDED
The Government Transgender consultation website has been so overwhelmed with responses they have extended the deadline to 12 noon today. And we can see that slipping out as well. So whatever time you receive this, as the advert says, just do it.
Don’t bother with their website. Email your response.
Today is the centenary of the birth of my father, Dennis Allman.
(Saint) John Larkin, Attorney General of Northern Ireland
Lee v Asher’s – saved in the nick of time
For want of a nail the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe the horse was lost. For want of a horse the rider was lost. For want of a rider the message was lost. For want of a message the battle was lost. For want of a battle the kingdom was lost. And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
How easily it could have gone the other way!
A race against time
This post is made firstly to the glory of God and in thanks to Him, and secondly in loving thanks to John F. Larkin QC, presently and at all relevant times the Attorney General for Northern Ireland, for his willing instrumentality, skilful and timely, in what I believe to have been a gracious plan of God’s. Continue reading →
Me (left), my three sisters. and the younger of my two younger brothers. Taken when I was approximately eight years old.
My younger son, Noah Cornelius David Allman, the day he was born
The photograph at the top of (nearly) every page of this blog, was taken at a BBC hustings in 2015, I was standing as “Let every child have both parents” candidate, for the party Restore the Family for Children’s Sake. The dazzling spotlight effect is caused by the alignment of the sun with a small window at the back of the church and a break in the cloud cover, at the exact time I was giving my two-minute self-introduction.
From left to right, Noah, me and two children whose parents were from Nigeria, cared for by a family friend
Exeter School, September 2016 Old Exonians reunion. I am holding a photograph of our victorious house cross-country team