FifteenthSix
I was against a lady today who was doing her fifteenth six, poor thing. She changed career aged fifty and since having qualified as a barrister has had more than a little trouble finding a set of barristers which will take her on permanently. âIâm not going to give up though, BabyB. I havenât come this far to be defeated by a bunch of ageist, sexist and everything else-ist fools, you know.â
Even the judge seemed to know of her plight. âAny luck with tenancy, yet?â he asked as she entered the room.
âNot just yet, Sir. Maybe this lotâll keep me.â
Sadly, though, I realised within a few minutes of the case starting that the failure to get taken on so many times had nothing whatsoever to do with her age. Maybe it had something to do with having spent the previous twenty years being an estate agent. Maybe it was just her temperament. Whatever it was, she came across more like a litigant in person than a lawyer, never mind a barrister. Rather than professional detachment, she first of all started haranguing my client about being a liar and then when the judge hinted that she might perhaps want to tone down her cross-examination, she started having a go at him. âSometimes I think youâre all the same. Judges, barristers, solicitors, whatâs the difference? All part of the same club, all nodding and winking at each other whilst you scratch each othersâ backs and stitch up the rest of us.â
Thankfully for her, the judge was a good humoured soul who replied with, âMs FifteenthSix, I am a patient man and have to put up with a lot in this job. I have to put up with rudeness, I have to put up with intemperance and sometimes I even have to put up with insolence, though I must say, rarely from counsel. These are things which I try to bear as a part of my responsibility in seeing that justice ultimately is done.â
He then suddenly put on a much sterner look. âHowever, one thing which I do not tolerate in this court and even more so from counsel is the mixing of metaphors.â
He looked at FifteenthSix who by this point was looking well and truly back in her box and said very slowly: âMs FifteenthSix, am I making myself entirely clear?â
August 3, 2016
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It is quite intimate, isn’t it? There “the rest of us” are, held together by busy needles, in between the professional lawyers who are using their other hands to scratch each other’s backs, winking and nodding all the time. How do you manage avoiding a Glasgow kiss? Then again, lawyers are always quite flexible…
Professional men, they have no cares
Whatever happens, they get theirs.
âHowever, one thing which I do not tolerate in this court and even more so from counsel is the mixing of metaphors.â
Haha.. brilliant! x