Geeklawyer is sitting in a cruddy hotel in Wolverhampton - the Connaught Best Western Hotel (Best? harumph, fine if you like 1970’s retro and cold baths). He is waiting an eternity for breakfast to be prepared and he has a mildish hangover from the poor beer served in these parts.
And worst of all he had a hot date with young Alex but who failed to call or show up: a coldly calculated pact hatched with Ruthie, no doubt, as petty revenge. Geeklawyer should have known better than to trust a founder member of her fan club.
He was reading the complimentary newspaper (2 days old 
) and spotted a piece about scientists proving the women aren’t natterers. He is sorry to infuriate his female readers but empirics has the truth here: women lawyers do indeed talk more than men. Geeklawyer won’t mention the name of a certain ex co-blogger, but.
Geeklawyer hails Gordon Brown’s inspired decision to fly the Union Jack over 10 Downing Street as a symbol of British values and not in any way a cheesy gimmick. Geeklawyer will follow suit by flying a flag over chambers. Designs are currently being mooted but his favourite is a skull and crossbones atop a sheet of £50 notes.
And with that Geeklawyer shall return to his room to try and coax hot water out of the bath so that he can return to the geeks at Lugradio Live clean fresh and non-smelly: it may inspire some of them to take a bath or change a T-shirt. Another cliche formed from a hard knotty kernel of truth.
A “hot date”? I think not! A possible meet-up in the delightful city of Birmingham on sunday, nothing more GL.
Sadly, my over enthusiasm for gin on saturday night/sunday morning ended any hopes of a day of high-falootin conversations with you! Besides, you didn’t call me either
(West Midlands themed aside: don’t forget National Talk Like a Brummie Day on 20 July!)
“nothing more GL.”
, <slapforehead>do I have to put humour tags round everything? </slapforehead>
I am sufficiently traumatised by the absence of civilised diction for a weekend that ‘talk like a brummy day’ would push me over the edge.
I wonder if Martin George talks like a Brummie?
I thought he was poofy southerner, like me, who just lived there? Perhaps he has been corrupted tho’? Regrettably I can’t take anyone who sounds like Jasper Carrot seriously - unfair I’ll grant. But as lawyers I think we all understand the needs of image. Though I’m a snob so …