http://pinktape.co.uk/cases/a-day-in-the-life/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=a-day-in-the-life a blog from the family bar Thu, 17 May 2012 21:33:30 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 http://pinktape.co.uk/cases/a-day-in-the-life/#comment-81 Nick Langford Sun, 09 Sep 2007 14:18:37 +0000 http://legalfamily.wordpress.com/2007/09/03/a-day-in-the-life/#comment-81 Strangely enough, considering my general view of lawyers, I can sympathise with this. I've trawled around the London public transport system often enough with my own solicitors to recognise the truth expressed here, and was only foolish enough to offer to carry the BAG once, which seemed to contain enough to set up a small bookshop. I suggested transferring all that paper to a laptop, but apparently that isn't possible - perhaps no lawyer has had the courage to set a precedent. I work in theatre, which people also imagine, erroneously, to be glamorous. Not when you finish work at 4am on a Saturday evening and have to start again at 9 on Sunday morning it isn't. And we have to put up with amateurs who crazily imagine they have missed their vocation and expect the public to part with money to witness a style of acting which disappeared with Henry Irving. Professional actors are nearly as bad, though, pathologically homesick, and entirely unable to clean their own teeth without a script. Strangely enough, considering my general view of lawyers, I can sympathise with this. I’ve trawled around the London public transport system often enough with my own solicitors to recognise the truth expressed here, and was only foolish enough to offer to carry the BAG once, which seemed to contain enough to set up a small bookshop. I suggested transferring all that paper to a laptop, but apparently that isn’t possible – perhaps no lawyer has had the courage to set a precedent. I work in theatre, which people also imagine, erroneously, to be glamorous. Not when you finish work at 4am on a Saturday evening and have to start again at 9 on Sunday morning it isn’t. And we have to put up with amateurs who crazily imagine they have missed their vocation and expect the public to part with money to witness a style of acting which disappeared with Henry Irving. Professional actors are nearly as bad, though, pathologically homesick, and entirely unable to clean their own teeth without a script.

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