I will never forget my first hearing in Darwin. Turned up in usual gear: RAF blue suit, as I recall, pocket square and the rest, and took my place at the Bar table (Commonwealth prosecutors having seniority in the Territory). The magistrate (possibly the chief magistrate, in fact) walks in, we bow, all the rest of it. And she says "Mr [False Prophet], you can take your coat off. Before someone mistakes you for a defendant..."