My solicitor today was ClicheClanger who has spent so many years working in a job he despises that the thought bubbles which plague us all from time to time have slowly transformed themselves into unconscious speech bubbles.  Stuff he still thinks is being kept under wraps keeps slipping out like a gentle version of tourrette’s.  Kind of just leaks out.  As if the walls of his mind have slowly eroded away under the years of resentment and worry.

“Well, BabyB.  You know the score.  I don’t know why I even bother to write out the instructions.”

Which to be fair he hardly had.  All they said was, “Counsel is instructed to win the case.”  Anyway, he elaborate further in our telephone conversation,

“It’s all so petty and meaningless.  Who cares if he’s a malingerer anyway?  I mean I’d malinger given half the chance.”

Then.  Before I had the chance to give an awkward reply.

“You just go and bash him on the nose BabyB.  Hit him for six just for our insurer clients.  Add a bit more misery into our miserable world.”

Then he finished with,

“Yes, you give them their money’s worth, that’s a good lad.”

June 7, 2016 · Tim Kevan · 3 Comments
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3 Responses

  1. Edward - November 1, 2007

    thats the saddest post yet.

  2. Abigail - November 2, 2007

    The insurers are the good guys. They refuse unjustified claims, so that the rest of us can pay fair insurance premiums.
    The ambulance chasers are the bad guys. They cause their clients needless suffering, as the claimant’s condition is worsened by compensation neurosis.

  3. Sarah - November 5, 2007

    Tourette’s is a very challenging illness, I hope BabyB isn’t going to start using this as some sort of a defence!