Well. Heav­ens, that was dis­ap­point­ing. In the end only Ruthie Geeklawyer and the blog­ger who was for­merly Pupil­blog­ger turned up. And Harry Met­calfe, but he isn’t a lawyer and so doesn’t really matter.

All of those who failed to turn up hang your head in shame. We had fun: much ale was quaffed Ruthie was embar­rass­ingly loud even before she got drunk and started reveal­ing all about Vic­to­ri­an­Maiden, the new blog­ger, who has been described as a “pol­ished per­former” by a respected lit­er­ary review jour­nal. At least that was what a drunken Ruthie claimed. There was some debate as to whether this was, in fact, a “Pol­ish per­former” or a “pol­ished plumber”.

The blog­gers retired to an expen­sive and mediocre Indian restau­rant where Ruthie began snog­ging any male within lip range while ask­ing them: “Hi sexy, are you a rich QC in need of a mis­tress by any chance?”

Geeklawyer made his excuses and left, mut­ter­ing some­thing about need­ing to make a last minute appli­ca­tion for a Mareva Injunc­tion; Pupil­blog­ger said some­thing about a for­got­ten skele­ton argu­ment to com­plete and Harry said he felt the sud­den need to go cot­tag­ing in the local toilets.

Next time Geeklawyer will arrange this on his own time sched­ule rather than Ruthie’s — so that it is bet­ter attended if not actu­ally more of a success.