University House

0016 stairs university house newcastleThe idea was to hang around the dumpster at the diner and see if I could not catch one of the poorer law students going through it looking for something to eat for breakfast. I could then bribe them with food and get at the books I needed to make my case. All I found were art students. They actually had money but were crawling about in the garbage skip because looking poor was the “artistic” thing to do. I went into University House and made one of the many mistakes that morning. The lifts were on the left and I was just tired enough to miss them and walk right past them and up the stairs. Being tired is like that. There is a cruelty in the way it affects good judgement and the capacity to be aware of one’s surroundings and take the less tiring path.

Looking back down the stairs. Wonderful old building

Looking back down the stairs. Wonderful old building

I guess I should say that the law school is in one of those wonderful old buildings that still survive in Newcastle. I enjoy them a lot even when I am struggling along as I was by this time. So I walked right past the lifts and not knowing there were lifts I ascended through several flights of stairs. It hurt! It was fantastic to be in the old building and the stairs were a beautiful thing to behold but they really tore me up and used my stamina ruthlessly. The backpack full of paperwork weighed a lot and it started to be a problem here. It is not easy to get lost in a building like this although worth every second if you can do it. I didn’t get lost and in no time my cup of coffee and my backpack were in the quiet and comfy lounge outside of the Newcastle Law Centre.

Because I was unable to find a student to bribe and because I was tired I made the unforgivable mistake of giving them my real name and details. That meant I could not escape the problems I was having with the bent legal profession on the Central Coast. It is the only reason for giving them your name and address. There is no need to have those details to discuss points of law.

I read a book between 8:30 and 9:00 am and sipped at a coffee from the diner downstairs. I filled out some paperwork someone slid through a window and handed it back. At about 9:05 some very pleasant student lawyers came and got me and took me into an office within the “inner sanctum” and they asked to see the documents about the case. I refused to give them documents explaining that the nature of the case was no longer a defence against accusations or a rehash of a transcript but it was a demand that the case be dropped on the grounds that the criteria for a fair trial and due process have not been met.

The hatch from which the paperwork emerged

The hatch from which the paperwork emerged. Through the glass is the inner sanctum

They gave me a very long time to explain and were very astute in their return questioning about what had been happening By the time we were finished I  was suffering bad heart twinges and having problems retaining mental acuity. My body wanted to slump forward onto the desk and go to sleep. The two students left and went to brief a lecturer or a lawyer or maybe it was the cleaner. I admit to being almost totally disconnected from my reasons for being there. It had become about concentrating on staying upright. I am going off to rest again. When there is some more energy I will jump right into the more interesting notes on the conversation as I remember them. I wonder if I should publish at this point or just keep it a draft. Draft I guess for now. oops

One of the lecturers or lawyers came in to the room with the two students and began to verify some of my comments and to “lay down the law” refusing to give me any information or access to any books apart from the line I have been fed since starting this campaign to get justice. Basically what he told me is adequately covered in the words “I am not going to be allowed to get a fair trial or make a case based on the fact that I have not had one because the law does not allow it.’

There are a few interesting facts that fell out during the conversation and I will try to remember them.

The Police were the ones responsible for sweeping up evidence such as any CCTV footage and they were responsible for making the CCTV of the Police station available when I complained of being assaulted and injured. The Police simply ignored this requirement. They lied about what was said and done when they came on the scene. In the CCTV of the assault site they would have been seen to be friendly to the people who attacked me. The Police account of their own actions would have been seen to be ridiculous. The people who attacked me would have been seen to do so and in greater numbers than even they claimed. People keep asking me if can I prove this It doesn’t matter. That is not my complaint. My point is that the CCTV was not harvested and my major evidence was never seen. Simple! It doesn’t matter what it shows any more. The major evidence in the case was never made available. I have been told  a number of times that I cannot prove this case. These guys must be on acid. There is no evidence and no evidence of any attempt to get evidence or to tell me about evidence or the lack of it. How much proof do I need?

The waiting room, cool, comfortable and quiet

The waiting room, cool, comfortable and quiet

The lawyers who initially made the subpoena did not serve it. I claim there was no subpoena until the lawyers and court officers realised I was making an issue of it. After I made an issue of the subpoena and was told three times by court officers that it didn’t exist it appeared. If the date on it were accurate then three sets of lawyers handled it without action or mention which they are not entitled to do. The nature of the request on the subpoena is something I cannot remember a name for but is dealt with in the law as though it were a spray of shotgun pellets hoping to hit something in the dark. That means the lawyers should not have had it made, should have notified me it existed when I asked about it and should have informed me it could not be used in the form it is now in.

It was suggested that if the subpoena was issued it must have been served in which case the staff at Ray White Real Estate at Budgewoi should be liable for arrest as the orders were not met.

If my requests for having subpoenas issued and then attempts to get follow up information are evidence then there are date and time stamped emails that I sent demanding different law firms make the subpoenas and somewhere is an assurance that the evidence harvested by the subpoenas would meet us at court. That was from David Spencer who was planning treachery all along. David Spencer also promised me he had checked and there were no witnesses and here it is that I hold a statement made by Craig Favelle that tells of local business people who were there. Annoyingly I am off to have a rest again. The diaries are rather a long term publishing matter as there will also be the documents and hearings from the tenancy tribunal which was a farce and didn’t even try to hide it. As I said I am resting for a while then we can add a little more of the slime that calls itself Wyong Local Court


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