It’s never a good thing when a mobile phone goes off in a packed court room. Particularly if that court is the High Court of Australia and one is in the middle of an application for special leave to appeal. Fortunately, it’s never happened to me, but unfortunately poor old Justice Gummow was the culprit this time…
I hope it wasn’t some person trying to sell him something (to add insult to embarrassment). Maybe it was a disgruntled restitution lawyer, out for revenge?
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The burning question: what’s his ringtone? Inquiring minds want to know (on the grounds that you can tell a lot about a man by his ringtone…)
Ooooh, I want to know too. Geez, they leave all the BEST information out.
My RMIT bosses ring tone is the James Bond theme
I snigger each time I think about it.
My ringtone is Gnarls Barkley’s Crazy. Hmm. What does that say about me, I wonder?
My favourite mobile-phone-in-court anecdote from the most august organ of record in Australia.
Sometimes I wish I could gaol people for a few hours for talking rudely on mobile phones in public…
The worst conversation I have ever overheard was not so much rude as distressing. I was waiting at the doctor’s surgery waiting room, and a woman started having an in-depth conversation on her mobile phone with her friend? relative? partner? about her miscarriage. She started crying half way through the conversation. The waiting room was packed and everyone was trying to look elsewhere. I’m all for being open about tragic experiences rather than bottling them up, but effectively sharing that kind of very personal thing with an entire waiting room flabbergasted me.
Nice to see Kirby’s sense of humour too! Arrest him!