Bruce Ross
Ken Catchpole (46)
Has their been any progress on this one in the last week?
Be patient, lads. Those of a literary bent may recall Jarndyce v. Jarndyce:
The little plaintiff or defendant who was promised a new rocking-horse when Jarndyce and Jarndyce should be settled has grown up, possessed himself of a real horse, and trotted away into the other world. Fair wards of court have faded into mothers and grandmothers; a long procession of Chancellors has come in and gone out; the legion of bills in the suit have been transformed into mere bills of mortality; there are not three Jarndyces left upon the earth perhaps since old Tom Jarndyce in despair blew his brains out at a coffee-house in Chancery Lane; but Jarndyce and Jarndyce still drags its dreary length before the court, perennially hopeless.
It is becoming increasingly improbable that judgement will be delivered before our man has served his sentence. If the judiciary's original decision is reversed, which is surely a logical possibility, then an innocent man will have suffered the torment of sleeping in of a morning instead of sweating it out on the training and playing fields.