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Jul. 18th, 2003 04:08 pmOne of the most important things to know as a barrister is when to shut up. There are various times when this is so, but one of the most amusing is when you can simply sit there and watch your opponent (an LIP: litigant, or loony, in person, this morning) steadily digging themselves into a deeper and deeper hole and irritating the judge more and more. Thought I was going to have trouble getting costs on the usual basis, instead I got them on the indemnity basis (you get everything), which only happens when judges are pissed off with the other side.
Feeling a bit under the weather. I "worked at home" this morning before the hearing as my home is closer to that court than the office, sadly I did actually have to work. At home. The reason being that next week has turned into something of a nightmare, though frankly it'll make my bankmanager happy. Surely something has to, though I haven't discovered it yet.
Not sure if I'm going to the First Night of the Proms or straight to my bed tonight. I didn't get a season ticket in the end which means I may well not get in.
Most of you probably have no idea of what I'm talking about I'm sure. Those of you who are thinking of the Last Night of the Proms, forget it: it's completely different. This is a real concert. The Last Night is a horrible thing, originally designed for those who went to lots of the real concerts in a season, but long since taken over by a small clique.
From others and deserving of forwarding: amusing link; and news with really rather scary possible implications if you're a conspiracy theorist.
Busy weekend ahead. Hoping to go to the V&A with Marna Saturday morning, off to see some other friends of mine and their baby Saturday evening and Sunday lunch, and at some point I really am going to have to do some work now...
Feeling a bit under the weather. I "worked at home" this morning before the hearing as my home is closer to that court than the office, sadly I did actually have to work. At home. The reason being that next week has turned into something of a nightmare, though frankly it'll make my bankmanager happy. Surely something has to, though I haven't discovered it yet.
Not sure if I'm going to the First Night of the Proms or straight to my bed tonight. I didn't get a season ticket in the end which means I may well not get in.
Most of you probably have no idea of what I'm talking about I'm sure. Those of you who are thinking of the Last Night of the Proms, forget it: it's completely different. This is a real concert. The Last Night is a horrible thing, originally designed for those who went to lots of the real concerts in a season, but long since taken over by a small clique.
From others and deserving of forwarding: amusing link; and news with really rather scary possible implications if you're a conspiracy theorist.
Busy weekend ahead. Hoping to go to the V&A with Marna Saturday morning, off to see some other friends of mine and their baby Saturday evening and Sunday lunch, and at some point I really am going to have to do some work now...
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Date: 2003-07-22 10:21 am (UTC)And I lorst, which was bloody irritating, though fortunately I'd warned the client that might happen.