IIRC my highly-esteemed b-i-l DR Davis, as befits a Saarrff Lunnon boy, got a nice juicy armed robbery.
Mine was at Southwark Crown Court many years ago. The first case we got involved a couple of feuding Irish Traveller families involving knives, guns, dogs, large amounts of money and convoluted family trees. It was absolutely fascinating, but at the end of the morning they went to call the third witness and found she'd gone on holiday for two weeks.
So they gave us another case. The defendant had been badly beaten up by a couple of plain-clothes coppers basically because he was wandering through a posh area in the early hours of the morning (he'd been walking home after a late shift at work). Realising their mistake, they prosecuted him for assaulting police officers. They produced hilariously bad statements, blatantly lied under oath, and their main injuries were to their knuckles. We had a week of that, and found him not guilty in ten minutes, nine of which were the foreman trying to convince us to spin it out so we could get free sandwiches and an extra few quid. What a complete waste of everyone's time.