It was a long, stressful and emotionally strenuous day. Overlooking a courtroom full of lawyers and journalists, I sat in the defendants’ dock for the fourth time. Sitting there, alone, I was at least confident in knowing that there was no case against me whatsoever. I just hoped that the judge had the courage to go against the EAW and consider my innocence. He was an older judge who hopefully wanted to end his career with a bang and use his common sense to prevent a possible miscarriage of justice. My name was the first to be called out to testify. It was a scenario that I’d repeatedly thought about since being on bail. I assumed that my heart would race or I would feel shaky and nervous, but I actually felt pretty confident because I had absolutely nothing to hide. Mr Hiles sat to the right of the witness box – I could see him in my peripheral vision as I stood and took the oath. During my barrister John Jones’s questioning, I explained to the judge my whereabouts on the night in question.
