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Ruthie does Burt Bacharach

Tuesday: a chilled relaxed evening chez @Ruthie. Exotic multi-talented and charming Ruthie completes a glamorous dinner party by entertaining her guests; the prestigious Geeklawyer, infamous Canadian twitter accountant to the mob @Beangirl and the Homeless Guy AKA Mike. In a moment of drunken inspiration disconsolate Ruthie, rejected paramour of Geeklawyer, lurches drunkenly towards a cheap piano in the corner of her run-down sordid suburban apartment. Tormented by the inconsolable loss of the one true love of her life she exorcises her emotional demons through the medium known best to her empty inner soul:

Was that not pure joy? Realise, therefore, that the catastrophic destruction of the loss of Geeklawyer can yield joyous artistic results that benefit mankind. Geeklawyer will pour Ruthie into bed to sleep off her tearful drunken stupor.

A trainwreck can be a beautiful thing to observe from the safety of an emotional overpass.

Geeklawyer visits the bottom end of the profession & nearly destroys a large criminal trial

Ruthie was, as many were aware, recently pretending to be junior counsel in a multi-million pound criminal trial that Geeklawyer visited as it was drawing to its inevitable conclusion. In fact it nearly drew to a conclusion more rapidly as a result of Geeklawyer’s friendly visit.

Geeklawyer had merely intended to show up, provide Ruthie with moral support, dinner and some post-prandial ‘entertainment’ for a couple of hours while her Leader’s attention was off in another part of the country.

Disappointingly Geeklawyer did not get to hear the sluttily voiced Ruthie provide each and every member of the jury with remote oral sex from across the courtroom. Her leader was at fault: a thoroughly charming old school barrister, he insisted on using her for the jobs for which junior female counsel are conditioned by nature; fetching coffee cooking and ironing shirts. That is to say, a wife: but one to whom one need not give over 50% of one’s assets at the end of the trial/marriage.

It transpired however that the graceful and supple Geeklawyer’s dark presence caused pandemonium to Ruthie’s client. Not pandemonium of the usual heart, pitter patter, variety. No. Apparently Geeklawyer bore an uncanny resemblance to one of the defendants. When Geeklawyer turned up at court and sat at the back of the public area he was unaware of the turbulence he caused.

Why, said “impressive client”, is junior counsel ‘canoodling’ with a defendant. Problematic? Err yea, just a bit. impressive client took a bit of convincing that nothing untoward was occurring.

Regrettably there was worse. Much much worse.

One of the key defendants in the trial was an alarming looking gentleman with a nervous tick and a reputation for, unproven, extreme violence due to a well known untreatable psychiatric disorder. He spent much of the day, according to watchful observers, pacing up and down eying Geeklawyer, when they were both in the court corridors, or glaring at him as he sat in the public area of the trial room. This was all misinterpreted by your author.

The assumption was that Mr Loonytoons believed that Geeklawyer was not a respectable, indeed glamorous compared to his criminal colleagues, barrister but a defendant engaged in surveillance to unknown and (for Mr Psycho) detrimental ends.

Geeklawyer is, of course, well known for being brighter than the entire population of the planet Mensa put together. Readers might thus ask “OK, why did you not spot all of this?”. The problem is that Geeklawyer’s ego is not that small. He had spotted the observation but the truth is that, while straight, he knows how very hot he is to gay guys as well as the ladies; and, well, you know, he just assumed that gay lust rather than a psychotic killing instinct was the basis for the attention .…

Fortunately for the psycho hardman he wasn’t brave or stupid enough to try it on with Geeklawyer. Geeklawyer is known not just for his charm and wit but also his steel hard edge: he’d would have hated to have to deprive the court of its opportunity to mete out justice.

cheap xmas presents

Geeklawyer had been wondering what to buy his numerous mistresses for xmas. His American Heiress gets his portrait ‚Rebecca gets a sample of his bodily fluids, and Ruthie? Since she’s been a pain in the ass she gets a cheap present.

Ruthie, penis size & guns

Geeklawyer was having a conversation with Ruthie today who had gone missing; it transpires that she was slinging lead accurately at targets. Which makes a change from her throwing leaded arguments at magistrates and missing, he’s seen her in action and knows this to be true :wink:

She shot a .303 and her boss shot some monstrous cannon that could have sunk an aircraft carrier. Her observation was that often the size of the weapon used by gun nuts was inversely proportional to the proportions of the shooters membrum virile, which geeklawyer thought a little cruel; and obviously not to true of her boss who is, one imagines, in no sense poorly equipped.

Geeklawyer shot a .22 calibre Mauser rifle.

Always put your knickers on in court

Readers will recall Ruthie, Geeklawyer’s ejected co-blogger who shuffled off tearfully to run a little read blog called Ruthieslaw. Ruthie is taking part in a 6 week trial at a crown court where she will be carrying the bags of a proper lawyer, a barrister not a solicitor-inadequate, into court.

Not terribly demanding one might think but it is causing her some stress. She made a confession to Geeklawyer, on condition of strictest confidence which he will obviously ignore, that she woke up this Sunday morning after a night of disturbing dreams of court, in the belief it was a Monday and that she was thus late. So she then ran down stairs clad only in her court shirt and san knickers. Oh dear oh dear. The Defendants don’t stand the faintest prospect of conviction with her acting for the prosecution.

So remember lady lawyers: wearing your knickers in court is a must, unless you plan to distract the jury Sharon Stone style.

Apparently she is also having sexual fantasies about her leader who she says is a glamorous and attractive chap: one imagines the hotel she is sharing with him will have squeaking bedsprings. But Geeklawyer was told to make sure MysteryQC didn’t hear this — done.

Geeklawyer will be attending the crown court to have a giggle at her.

Ruthie missing in action in the Evil Empire?!

Alarming news: Ruthie was supposed to meat Dan Hull in Salt Lake (wait, what?!) Thursday evening. The Mariott was the venue for the first interaction between Yank and Brit Bloggers. Self-confessed horny Dan Hull wails that she hasn’t shown up as of this Friday morning.

Don’t worry Dan that’s a standard Ruthie trick: she takes being fashionably late to extremes; to raise the expectations on our dinner dates she doesn’t usually turn up until the bill arrives — that suits us both.

Of course if she is missing then perhaps she is dead? Perhaps Dan slept with her, then in the morning he rolled over and filled with disgust at his lapse throttled her and buried her in the desert.

Hell, it’s America — live the dream Dan, live the dream.

Or perhaps she is in the Hull-McGuire basement forced to have repeated deviant sex with all Dan’s rich young lawyers. No, the basement door isn’t locked & she knows it.

But what if she is dead? then Geeklawyer says that he feels spiritually richer for having know her.

But even more so financially, since she left him everything in her will. Every lining has a silver cloud.

Hmm: looks like Dan hasn’t just killed Ruthie.

Another most precious & rare thing

Some readers and quiescent cobloggers have assumed that there is a degree of antipathy towards Geeklawyer by his ex-blogger Ruthie. this is superficially a most reasonable belief since, as previously reported, he crushed her professional and love life by eviscerating MinorJunior for his private entertainment. And then he dumped her for humorous effect. So much is well known and disclosed; good grounds indeed for spurned fury.

Nonetheless this evening he permitted her to buy him a lavish supper at a most expensive restaurant. She had not appreciated the ruinous cost of the menu when making this extravagant theatrical bid for reconciliation. But of course like the vile purple women she is her motives and intent were dishonourable, as Geeklawyer knew well. Her brazen hussy-ish behaviour had to be meted its just reward. And so it was. A ruinously expensive supper was threatened and demanded by your blogger. Full and informed consent was given by her.

Having inspected and quailed at the sight of the menu prices, Ruthie invited, implicitly only it must be said, Geeklawyer to sup modestly. She snacked on a single bread roll, drank tap water and ate a cheap delicately baked halibut that was chaperoned only by a frugal serving of potato. She asked for no desert.

Geeklawyer ordered a bottle of the second most expensive champagne on the wine list; it was an elderly bottle of Pol Roger in urgent need of euthanasia. Geeklawyer isn’t, in truth, that keen on champagne — not even the improbably expensive varieties. Unless, that is, a strumpet ex-girlfriend is picking up the bill to impress; then he’ll suffer it more easily.

Oysters in chowder followed as a starter; pursued in eventual turn by a lobster, in Cardinal sauce, that was so large Geeklawyer initially mistook it for a small well cooked pig; And this at £10 a kilo. Ouch.

On hearing, with increasing horror, the sound of this Croesan order unfold Ruthie paled visibly, and with trembling lip she performed what can only fairly be described as an Oscar winning exercise in furiously studied indifference; she pretended to casually text a message into her phone. Geeklawyer could not read it but he assumed that it was to her bank manager, saying “I am being held hostage, all transactions from now on are under duress: please cancel them. Please, oh please.” Geeklawyer thinks that he saw the phone keys destroyed and Ruthie’s thumbs bleeding from the applied pressure.

And on delivering Geeklawyer home she asked to “come up for coffee”. Her reward was a fraternal peck on the cheek. Not one drop of bodily fluids was yielded to the floozy. A poor yield indeed for several hundred quid.

The departing screech of tyres was heard all the way from his road to far far distant Lewes. At least Geeklawyer thinks it was the tyres screaming.

A most precious & rare thing

Readers will recall a while back, in antediluvian times, that Geeklawyer and Ruthie ran a well received competition to re-caption a peculiar Bar Council logo. This was won by one Master Hoddy who received a bottle of whiskey.

The runner up was the wild Yorkshire morris dancer James, whose prize was a signed copy of a photo of Ruthie in which she was wearing her infamous pink leathers.

Now young James is not a lawyer and therefore is rather poor. He has less money even than a Legal Aid criminal lawyer. Oooh, :sad: bad.

And since he is no longer a fresh pretty spring chicken he is unable, anymore, to augment his income with lucrative work as a ‘temporary evening companion’ to older gentlemen.

In order to pay the rent he is now, through mist stained eyes, having to auction off his precious photo on eBay. The first hour’s bidding has seen the price rocket from £5 to £21. But this is merely the start and Geeklawyer is aware that bids of several orders of magnitude larger are waiting.

But surely no-one will be so cruel to impoverished James as to make joke bids? What sort of filthy swine would do such a thing? Least of all with eBay contracts being binding; And this being a blog full of lawyers?

Still, we have several QCs here and a rich American lawyer, surely the sky is the limit? …