First task was to catch a photograph of the person who'd been a 'bit naughty', outside the Magistrates Court. Steve attached his biggest lens to his camera and we set off on foot in hot persuit. It wasn't the easiest thing to do when you have no or little idea of what the person looks like. Steve had been told the man resembled Mr Burns from The Simpsons, so there was no way I'd be able to help in the identification! As time edged towards the court appearance time, it looked as though we were out of luck, so we made our way into the Court - bags had to be searched, cameras left at the desk and you had to go through a metal detector. Having never been inside a real life Court Room, I was surprised how small the space was - there seemed to be screens everywhere (perhaps for people giving evidence from other rooms) As we sat there in hushed silence, I was suddenly overcome by an attack of the giggles. Being there reminded me of a television programme being shown currently where couples accuse each other of things they'd rather not do in the bedroom and the jury has to decide who is guilty (or not). Luckily Steve realised that as the man was up for sentencing (a) he wouldn't be getting a photo of him leaving the building and (b) it was getting dangerous close to our next appointment time. So we gathered our belongings and headed back to base.