I can only speak about my own court appearance as to who is in court. I'll describe what mine was like as best I can in case it helps anyone who hasn't had theirs yet. Forgive my vagueness of memory but I had a lot on my mind at the time!
The usher (polite, helpful, fair, no-nonsense) led me into court and seemed to be sort of around while my appearance was going on, but I believe she left the room at some point.
As I went into the courtroom I was surprised and almost disappointed that I didn't get a "dock" to stand in. There were three very ordinary chairs on the opposite side of the court and I was asked to stand in front of one of them. I approached them wondering if this was a test. Do good people usually stand in front of one chair and bad people in front of another? I stood in front of the middle one and no firing squad appeared, so I assume that the middle one is at least a reasonable choice.
There were three magistrates for my case, and sitting a tier down in front of the magistrates was someone who I think was the clerk or legal advisor person. It was this lady who came over and asked for my driving licence, so she was clearly working for the court itself rather than for the prosecution.
Then there was the prosecution lady who read out my charge. She just read out exactly what was on the charge sheet I had a copy of, and then when I pleaded guilty she said that in view of the early plea application was being made for costs in the amount of £85.
It wasn't like on TV; I wasn't cross-examined by her as she paced up and down before whirling on me with an accusatory pointed finger and barking, "Answer me, yes or no!!!" or anything like that. Her role was very much a formality since it was an open and shut drink driving case and I plead guilty. I expect she would have a lot more work to do in a case where the defendant pleads not guilty. I've wondered several times since if she'd prepared a full case against me and was ready to dive into it.
I think there was also someone next to the prosecution who was noting everything down. That's a guess, I really don't know what she was doing and she could have been another clerk or assistant to the prosecution. She didn't say anything and nobody said anything to her.
Over in the public section there were two women who could have been anyone really. They just sat watching. Maybe there were friends or relatives or someone who was coming up in court later, I have no idea.
A youngish guy arrived carrying a notebook after I'd said my piece. The notebook made me take notice of him because he might have been from the local paper. He had that look about him, he was wearing those trousers that are cut like jeans but which you can get away with saying aren't jeans and wear them to work in an office when you're in your 20s. He also had a shirt on but no tie and a casual jacket. I'm glad he was late if he was from the local paper.
The whole thing was over in minutes, although it felt a lot longer, especially the time in between me reading out my mitigation and the magistrates handing down the sentence. During that time I was just sitting there waiting, fully aware that I was being discussed in whispers by the magistrates and feeling nervous and anxious.
Once they'd told me what I was getting, they asked me about how I would be paying the fine and things seemed oddly informal as we discussed the best amount for me to pay monthly. This threw me a bit as I'd sort of assumed that such chat would take place afterwards at some sort of fine paying office that I'd invented in my head.
Once everything was sorted they said that I could leave, and I did. On the way out the usher handed me a couple of leaflets, and she'd written down the amount of the fine and the length of the ban on one of them. Then I just walked unhindered out of the court and the building.
As I say this is just what mine was like, and yours might be quite different. Just thought I'd describe mine in case it helps to have a general image of it.