Just when you think we might be able to do something under the watchful eye of the world, without cocking it up… we cock it up. I first became twitchy about things when that blonde cop, Denise someone, made those initial statements outside Oscar Pistorius’ house last Thursday.

I watched her carefully, and having discussed this with a few friends, it seems my fears were shared. She came across, as they always do (we’ll get to Botha shortly), as though this was her first time. Not her first time doing her job, but dealing with scrutiny. In particular – TV. I’m not saying all cops should undergo a media course before they get their weapons, but I just wish they would put their best foot (cop) forward, when that moment arises. I couldn’t help but think that she was secretly spazzing out with excitement inside about the fact that she was on TV. That childish approach to the media questions, where she seemed to be telling them a bit too much – making them ask more, to extend her 15 minutes.

And now we have this goddamn bail hearing, which is turning into a five day test. These things should surely only take a couple of hours? But now, we are onto the third day. Old Botha conceded yesterday that he didn’t have any piece of evidence to challenge Pistorius’ statement. He said there was illegal testosterone and needles, and it turns out they were filled with herbal (legal) supplements. Then we find out that he missed a bullet in the toilet bowl (yes, it’s true – our very own version of CSI missed a BULLET in the toilet bowl). Then he said they found unlicensed ammunition in the house that belonged to Pistorius. Oh, it belonged to his dad. And the best part was when the defence team asked him if he wore protective covers on his (Botha’s) shoes when he entered the crime scene.

No, he said.

Sorry… No?

No.

Why? Oh he just had to fetch something he left inside and there weren’t enough covers available for his shoes.

So you contaminated the crime scene?

Yes?

Okay, great.

Again, we must ask – is this your first time doing this? Because that is how it looks to the rest of the world.

But nothing could prepare us for last night’s news. News that the prosecutor apparently learnt AT.THE.SAME.TIME.THAT.WE.DID.

The fact that this guy – Hilton Botha – who is meant to be South Africa’s answer to Horatio Caine – is wanted on SEVEN – wait for it…

SEVEN…

… Counts of attempted murder.

And no-one (let alone Botha himself) thought to mention that to Gerrie Nel, the Chief Prosecutor?

Did Botha just think it wouldn’t come up? Did he think it wasn’t a big enough deal?

God, it really is amatuer hour.

And now I see the hearing has been adjourned again, because of a “threat” outside the courtroom.

Oh but now an hour later they’re back in court, because there wasn’t a threat. They made a mistake. They thought there was a threat, but there wasn’t.

Brilliant.

In terms of television it really is brilliant. It’s entertaining viewing. But I’m not sure that is what they’re trying to do?

The saddest part of this whole thing is that, if this carries on and Pistorius is set free on account of this being something from the Entertianment Channel, rather than the news, he will never be able to get off the right way. To prove his story with credibility. that’s if he is innocent.

Which he might be.

Who knows.

We might never.

One things for sure, this trial is giving the Kardashians a run for their money.