How the Little People try to get me Down

Yet again the proles have been casting aspersions on my good name so i am forceds to yet again to crush their petty arguments and flimsy accusations into the proverbial dust of lies that they are.
After i was not selected for the Jury of crazy plane-chop-chop woman the judge informed us (the panel) that we were required to return the following day to be selected for another trial, the Jury were also asked to return at half ten asnd after a jury had been chosen for the other trial, theirs could get underway. While i endevoured to be at the courtroom for half ten the next day, i was unavoidably detained my roadworks and traffic congestion in the towns of Clarecastle and also on the way into Ennis town. i arrived at the court at twenty to ten and sat there for more than half an hour before the judge said the trial had been dropped and we were free to go for the day, i thought it unusual that there had been no roll-call and when i was talking to a fellow clonlarian he said tha ti had missed it, luckily it was all sorted out in the end. As for Friday, well i did spend a lot of time at the bottem of the canal but then, i did the same every other day of the week, fuckin fagggot