Ruthie is constantly perplexed by the myth perpetrated by certain members of the Bar that a licence to place a tatty piece of horse hair on one’s head in public somehow ascribes to the wearer the status of demi-god. Certain sections of the Bar (still) seem to think they belong to a sub-section of humanity to whom the normal rules and exigencies of life do not apply.
The days when the Bar was seen as a respectable profession for members of certain families are long gone. Along with (very shortly I believe) the inability of barristers to sue for their fees. The Bar is now a business like any other, and barristers would do well to think of themselves in terms as consultants, rather than ministers of religion.
Ruthie gets particularly upset when barristers seem to assume they know more than her about the law. My dear, maybe I know more than you, I’ve just got better things to do…
Ruthie is also amused at the notion that the term barrister carries more status than that of solicitor. Once upon a time maybe.
Good heavens!
Ruthie, as your bestest friend in all the World I feel it my duty to tell you that someone has placed an enormous chip on your shoulder while you were looking the other way.
The weight of said chip appears to be pressing down on your inferiority complex and, as a result, forcing you to type tosh
Has some rotten barrister been ragging you?
Yes. How did you guess. Ruthie has been doing some shouting today at barristers who consider that being an expert in their field removes any obligation from them to sort out their basic paperwork.
If there were a world cup for shouting, Ruthie would not be losing on penalties.
You don’t happen to know which barristers have paid 250 quid to become members of the House of Loans do you?
The Evening Standard said that barristers have been payig absurd amounts of money to buy peerages. I can’t believe this for a moment. Why would a barrister, who, at the end of their career will get some judicial appointment - district judge to House of Lords pay such an amount of money - and solicitors, who organise themselves, will be on a Mark Warner holiday somewhere enjoying themslves at a younger retirement age.
I may have missed the point - but..that is fine by me…
Sory to intrude on an otherwise private discourse - I am now being asked to insert a code to ensure that I am not a spammer….. I will do my best 755030 …OK…git it… I have to put the code in the box below…. I have enjoyed, yet again, the delights of Rioja… and as I have forgotten the password to my own blawg I am relaxing on yours for a while….
Charon
One of the problems of posting on other people’s websites, after attending a wine appreciation class, is that one does not seem to be able to edit one’s previous post. Either that or one has become too over refreshed to work out how to edit the aforementioned post and, thereby, cannot do so.
I like life on the edge - and, these days, doing a few typos is liberating - I also enjoy Saturday nghts drinking Rioja with people who enjoy life. I am conscious that I may be digging an eSven bigger hole by trying to post again without a spell check or breathalyser on my computer.
I think this may be a case for the application of ‘force majeure’ (Vive Les Bleus!) or the application of some other latin aphorism which few modern LPC trained lawyers know… .. the one which comes to mind now is “Hunc tu caveto” - although I always like using this one : “Charon, Abutebaris modo subjunctivo denuo” (You have been misusing the subjunctive gain, Charon)
As it happens my evening started out quite sensibly …. a night discussing HLA Hart with a group of investment bankers who wanted to sponsor a small law firm him and liked the idea of commodotising English law. I told them that Hart was good with concepts of law. Unfortunately, we all drank far too much Rioja and completely forgot why we were having the meeting. Plus ca change.
OK… mea culpa - i took me longer to put the typos in. (Will that be convincing?)
My last post has been referred to the Moderators…as, I suspect, will this.
Your posts were indeed passed to me for moderation by Wordpress but were felt to be appropriate to the enebriated spirit of this blog: the image of a drunken barrister editing the the manifestly sozzled writings of a fellow lawyer being impossible to resist. As was the idea of him being too pissed to edit his own blog so instead writing on mine. Great.
Absum.
Excellent - It has been a most enjoyable Sunday… and, now… I retire to reflect on why I appeared to think itwas a great idea to start posting on your website last night - but, in the spirit of life, the net et al… I am glad that I did.
Thankfully, I found my passwords… I have three computer screens on my desk - ordinarily, during the working day, this is fine. Clearly it was just too much for me to muli-task last night.
Wordpress is pretty sophisticated - my first post made it to your site…but it may have been the subjunctive which caused the security issue and need for moderation. Not even the Home Office ID software knows where I m when I am being subjunctive…despite the very small aerial in my new passport.
Un altra bottiglie di vino rosso?… Italia per The World Cup?
Mille gracie…Geeklawyer… a piu tarde
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I’m just back from a very enjoyable extended weekend in York, having decided to dodge melanomas and do my bit for global warming by holidaying in Britain. York I must say was marvellous: I indulged my geeky streak by visting the Cold War Bunker decomissioned in 1991 and now owned by English Heritage. It is laughable to see how the government intended to protect us from Nuclear Holocaust: go to see the pre 1990’s computers and the manual bomb blast plotting system. Also have a go on the Yorkshire Wheel at the National Railway Museum, a poor mans version of the London Eye. Ruthie also recommends the ghost detective tour.
I note in my absence people have been commenting all over the place. Good to hear from you Charon. I asked Geeklawyer who you were and he either doesn’t know or is not telling
As for getting Moderated; you’ll have to try really quite hard to get moderated on here. The only time I get moderated is when my personal insults to Geeklawyer get a bit too near the bone. His commitment to free speech extends up to but does not include criticism of himself:-)
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