AN explosion of filthy language more likely to be heard in a bar or on a rugby field than in a supreme court spewed from the mouth of a man on attempted murder charges. David Allan Baker, who also uses the surname Baldwin, had just sacked his solicitor which resulted in his entire legal team withdrawing just before his trial was about to begin.

What followed was a tirade directed at Justice Martin Daubney.

The full transcript of the initial exchange is below.

Justice: So you'll be representing yourself for this trial, do you understand?

Baker: No, no way in the world.

Justice: Yes, way in the world.

Baker: I'll get a new solicitor and barrister.

Justice: No, you tried that last time, Mr Baker.

Baker: Look, now listen here, mate, you don't know what you're fucking talking about.

Justice: Now you listen to me.

Baker: Don't blooming start your shit, right, mate.

Justice: You listen here Mr Baker.

Baker: You weren't fucking there so don't start your crap.

Justice: Mr Baker.

Baker: Were you there?

Justice: Mr Baker.

Baker: Were you there? Were you there? No you fucking weren't.

Justice: Mr Baker.

Baker: Because the arseholes did the wrong thing. Right? Read your fucking paragraph or scripts, mate. Don't start putting your fucking heavy crap on me.

Justice: Now, Mr Baker...

Baker: You can get stuffed.

Justice: ...the trial will be...

Baker: I don't give a ...

Justice: ...proceeding....

Baker: ...fuck, you and your trial mate. Stick your trial up your fucking arse. I'll go.

Justice: Sit down please Mr Baker.

Baker: No, get stuffed.

Justice: Oh, all right. Now, Mr Baker, the trial will be proceeding. There is one matter that does need to be attended to. The principal witness for the Crown in this trial is a person who has the status of a ...

Baker: I don't even know why you're fucking talking about mate. Talk in normal lingo, language.

Justice: The complainant in respect of the count of attempted murder is a person who ...

Baker: Who are you fucking talking about?

Justice: ... is a...

Baker: Stop talking in riddles.

Justice: ... is a protected witness under the Evidence Act and for the purposes of the trial, you will not be ...

Baker: I don't know what you're fucking talking about.

Justice: Well, if you stop shouting at me and listen to what I'm saying you might start understand.

Baker: What do you want me to fucking do?

Justice: What I want you to do is stop swearing at me and listen to me.

Baker: I'm not going to fucking stop swearing at you.

Justice: All right then, it's a matter for you.

Baker: Stick your fucking trial up your ass.

Justice: That won't be happening to me.

Baker: I couldn't give a shit mate.

Justice: Well, that's a matter for you.

Baker: Well you can start your trial and stick it up your arse cause I'm not having anything to do with it.

Justice: Sit down.

Baker: No you get fucked.

Justice: Sit down.

Baker: Go and get fucked.

Justice: Sit down, please.

Baker: I'm not fucking doing what you say. Up you.

Justice: Sit down.

Baker: You're not going to fucking tell me I'm going to be representing meself at all. I need legal aid. I need representation and not you and or any other fucking arseholes gonna tell me anything different.

Justice: Sit down, please.

Baker: No, get stuffed.

Justice: If you don't sit down I'll have you manacled.

Baker: You can fucking have what you like mate.

Justice: Corrective Services could you please restrain the accused..

Baker: Fuck you.

Justice: Mr Bailiff, could you ask security to attend the court please.

Baker: Do what you fucking like. I've got no representation so that's it I'm not listening. I don't give a damn what you say .

Justice: The next people entering the court are the court security staff.

Baker: Oh, what do you want me to do? What do you want, a Mickey Mouse badge?

Justice: No.

Baker: Stick it on your fat chest? Hey? What do you want? A Mickey Mouse badge. Come on fatso, what have you got to say for that?

Baker: Oh, the mouse has gone quiet.

Justice: Security could I ask you to take up positions immediately behind the accused. If he moves from that chair you are to assist the corrective services personnel in restraining him. You are not to move, do you understand me Mr Baker.

Baker: Get fucked.

Justice: Mr Baker, because (Margaret) Revesz ...

Baker: Listen here lardarse, no fuck you. I don't give a fucking shit what you say.

Justice: Because Ms R...

Baker: I don't give a shit what you fuckin' say.

Justice: ... is a protected witness ...

Baker: I'm telling you now you can get fucked. All right?

Justice: ... the law requires ...

Baker: Are you stupid or what? I don't give a shit what you fuckin' say.

Justice: ... that I arrange for you to be given free legal assistance by Legal Aid.

Baker: I don't give a fuck. I couldn't give a shit what you say. What, are you deaf?

Justice: ... for the cross-examination of that protected witness....

Baker: Hey, lard arse, can't you fuckin' hear me?

Justice: ... unless you arrange for legal representation ..

Baker: What are you deaf?

Justice: ... or unless you do not want that protected witness to be cross-examined.

Baker: What the fuckin' talking about, I don't know what you're fuckin' talking about, lard arse.

Justice: Is there anything that you want to say in relation to me making an order ...

Baker: Yeah, I don't know what you're fuckin' talking about, you silly old cunt.

Justice: Thank you for that submission, in which case I order...

Baker: Well, you can fuckin' order what you like.

Justice: ... that Ms R...

Baker: Order me a fuckin' pizza while you're at it.

Justice: ... is a protected witness for this proceeding ...

Baker: Who gives a shit.

Baker: Wait, what are these two fuckheads doing here then if they're not fuckin' representing me?

Justice: I give you leave to withdraw. Thankyou both very much for your assistance.

Baker: Yeah, piss off. Fuckin dogs.

Some discussion about the trial opening...

Baker: What's this fuckin' opening brief and that you're talking about, lardarse?

Justice: If your opening is going to be that short then you'll want to call the complainant pretty well straight away.

Crown prosecutor: That's so, yes. I would submit the most prudent course is perhaps to allow the panel to go and then look to empanelling them tomorrow.

Justice: Yes, all right then. Now, Mr Baker, you can continue to interrupt me or you can listen to what I'm going to say.

Baker: I don't give a fuck, I need representation.

Justice: No we're beyond that stage.

Baker: No, hey, listen here you fuckin' stupid old cunt, I've got fuckin' paperwork here, if you weren't so pigheaded and using your big fuckin' fat lard arse, you might have fuckin' read it before you fuckin' jumped the gun, eh, but no, you had your fuckin' cocking mates here going on like a two bob fuckin' watch. I never said anything about fuckin' Don MacKenzie. I had a complaint against Ken fuckin' MacKenzie, right, not my barrister. I had nothing to complain about him, it was the other fuckin' prick and I wrote you a letter to fuckin' explain why.

Justice: was there anything else you wanted to say to me at the moment?

Baker: Yeah, why don't you fuckin' read it and see why I wanted to - what was it - blimmin' to adjourn for a while. There was a fuckin' reason for it.

Justice: No, there's no adjournments, Mr Baker, you've had ...

Baker: Well, I don't give a stuff. You can't fuckin' sentence me or do anything because I'm doing a plea. The thing was when I got my plea overturned last fuckin' time, did you read it, why - what happened was because the barrister and solicitor stuffed up. I was putting in a complaint about Ken MacKenzie not revealing the parts I needed for my trial but you wouldn't listen.

Justice: Thankyou for that information. Now what's going to happen is this ...

Baker: I don't give a shit what happens, anyone comes in here, I'll fuckin disturb and I'll run amok.

Justice: Not in my courtroom you won't.

Baker: Hey, don't fuckin' tell me I fuckin' won't mate.

Justice: Not in my courtroom you won't.

Baker: You think these fuckin' jokers are going to worry me? Or the screws, what are you going to fuckin' do?

Justice: Whether they worry you or not is a matter for you.

Baker: What are you going to fuckin' do to me.

Justice: What I'm going to do to you is tell you that your trial is starting tomorrow.

Baker: Oh no fuckin' way mate.

Justice: Oh yes, your trial is starting tomorrow.

Baker: You want a fuckin' bet? You want a fuckin' bet? I'll tell you what, I'll make a fuckin' bet, I'll make a bet with you and I tell you what, you'll lose your fuckin' fat arse. I'll put myself in medical, you cunt. I'll fuckin' slash up or I'll do something. You don't fuckin' threaten me you fuckin' dog.

Justice: You can take the accused down, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock.

Baker: no I fuckin' won't, I tell you fuckin' now, you fuckin' lard arse.