The pathologically liberal Geeklawyer is a Rugby nutter as many a post has testified to. But there are sometimes unexpected conflicts. Look, if your stomach is strong enough, at this French advert for the Rugby World cup:
Wrong, it is, on so very many levels. At a pinch, as it were, one could imagine the French players up to such stuff but not the England boys. Rugby is for macho hetero types who go off and shag rough women; and that includes the ladies rugby teams too.
I suppose if it had been footballers it would have been too obvious a jibe to make for a decent campaign — I mean, Jeez, David Beckham? Who wouldn’t think so? But, really, the French are now tying equal first with the Welsh for the people upon whom Geeklawyer would test new bigger fuel-air bombs.
Geeklawyer has a new co-blogger who will be introduced shortly. He is incredibly excited to have her as she is enormously talented and a high profile figure in her field. And hot as well.
The slight delay is caused by ongoing contract negotiations which seem to be stalled on Clause 87:
“87 Co-Blogger
87.3 shall at all times adopt a deferential demeanour towards Geeklawyer whether on the Blog or at any other time,
87.4 will refrain from posting crap Geeklawyer doesn’t like including but not limited to Rowing Rugby Wimmin’s issues or other crap that he shall in his absolute discretion decide,
87.5 shall not nag Geeklawyer on his drinking, language, working practices or such other matters as shall be attached hereunder at schedule 43 ‘Nagging’
…
”
Her counter offer is;
“87 [Bollocks] Co-Blogger shall do as she pleases, as did previous Co-Bloggers”
Personally Geeklawyer can live with her version but it’s important as a matter of principle to start our blogging relationship from a position of his tyrannical dominance.
Ruthie is pleased to announce her new website (warning: not safe for work) which offers quality erotic literature relating to motorcycles rugby and sex. Please join and enjoy. If it works out she will be able to leave behind the drudge of evidence bundles.
In Australia a couple of chavs poked fun at an ex-St George rugby club player calling him a poof and fag because he was wearing a purple cashmere jumper. He punched one of them on the nose and was bound over to keep the peace for two years. He said it was a present from his girlfriend and wore it only to avoid offending her (mass male chorus: “yea, tell me about it”).
But what the hell is poofy about a purple cashmere sweater? In the same situation Geeklawyer suspects Ruthie would stomp all over the chavs and he’d have to rescue them.
In Canada a 12 year old girl has gone on trial charged with the first degree murder of all her family. The girl was reported as 12 and, oddly, it passed without comment in the report that she had a 23 year old boyfriend.
Urm, Geeklawyer has a question: 12, 23 .. what? Can we have more detail please?
Regular readers will be aware that Ruthie has recently taken up rowing following injury concerns regarding the pursuit of her favourite sport, women’s rugby, believing the rowing would be a vigorous yet genteel activity.
Rowing is, however, not popular with the local swan population. We interrupt their peaceful swims with our flapping oars (well Ruthie does) and frequently crash into the bank near their nests. Swans have been known to take their revenge on passing oars-people with a thrusting peck, or in some instances even climbing onto the boat to make their views known.
Their protests thus far having failed to have much impact, the swans have upped the anti and and are employing guerilla tactics by shitting all over our landing stage. Rowing requires the removal of shoes prior to entering the boat at which point ones feet are inserted into fixed shoes in the boat. There is therefore some unavoidable padding around in socks. Ruthie duly removed her trainers, only to immediately step in a pile of swan crap. Said crap then being transferred into the shoes in the boat for the pleasure of the next crew-member, and back into Ruthie’s trainers upon her return to dry land.
But there was worse to come. Our cox slipped on some swan crap whilst attempting to enter the boat and punched a hole through the bottom of the boat. Our crew thus proving they can move quickly when required as the boat filled with water and began to sink.
Ruthie had been advised that rowing was good exercise without appreciating that the exercise involved bailing out and fishing boats out of the river...
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Tags: anonymity, Bar, Bar Council, disbarment, disciplinary action, fat, Internet, lincolns inn, pupilmaster, pupils, rugby, Wimmin'.
Hot on the heels of announcing our engagement comes less joyous news.
Geeklawyer is having to end writing on the blog. This has been necessitated as part of previously secret negotiations with the Bar Council who are upset at the image of the Bar portrayed by it.
It wasn’t helped by Geeklawyer’s occasional mocking of their technological ineptness: unfortunately it seems that they knew how to use the Intarweb and were watching all along. Quite how they found the semi-anonymous author is unknown, but they have. Geeklawyer has been threatened with disciplinary proceedings and “certain disbarment” unless he terminates the blog. An agreement was reached whereby he might hand it over to more responsible lawyers.
In parting Geeklawyer had to decide whether to reveal his real identity or not.
Not.
The hope is that he will become a living legend at the Bar. A story hinted at darkly by pupilmasters cautioning their pupils; whispered tales in the members bar at Lincoln’s Inn. And one day encouraged by his example they will rise up and storm the gates of the Bar Council and place the council members severed heads upon staves outside the High Court in the Strand.
Geeklawyer will now surrender the blog to Ruthie. Expect more tedious stories about glass ceilings for women, girly rugby, why overweight women deserve respect and how awful the profession is to women.
Ruthie has four sets of clothes: trouser suits for work in an exciting range of colours (black, navy and grey), her leathers, her rugby kit, and clothes suitable for wearing for cleaning her bike. Suffice to say that fashion is not a matter that occupies much of Ruthie’s waking thought time. Continue reading ‘Size zero’
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