“If your Lordships are conversant with the facts, may I proceed to the issues?” she says and for a split second I am wondering whom on earth is the question directed to. Thankfully, my “brother judge”, an experienced hand, nods and the “counsel” moves onto the issues. Over the next eight hours, I will hear similar arguments being made over and over again, most of which will be made with great zeal. By the end of the day, I will be sick and truly tired of the particular facts and circumstances of “the instant case”. That awkwardness at being addressed as “Lordship” though, remains.