This MUST READ post Geoff Lepard arrived today.
My latest book, The Diary of a Trainee In-Law is now on pre-order for the kindle version; the paperback will follow. If you’d like to enjoy the mysteries of being the father of a bride to be, albeit this is mostly from my fevered imaginings, then this is the book for you. It’s, funny, touching, nice and compact and you’ll soon whistle through it. If you do indulge, please leave a review. I will be ever so grateful.
Here’s the link.
To help you make up your minds on this diary, I’m starting another brief diary based on my training to be a solicitor. In 1979, I joined a three-partner firm in the West End of London that focused mainly on residential conveyancing (houses, flats, that sort of thing), divorce, some landed estate work for an hereditary peer and a tobacco tycoon. There was also an eclectic mix of jobs for two ancient sole practitioners who rented a room each in the building. We called them consultants though that suggests they were part of the firm; they were independent, but the firm allowed them to use the trainee lawyers and junior staff. I was officially the articled clerk, which does have a whiff of the serf about it, not without reason.
Let me set the scene; we are some three months into my two-year term as jobsworth, the Thursday before Mrs Thatcher was elected PM and it’s Monday.
7th May 1979
Odd start today. The alarm didn’t work but at the exact time it should have, Colin banged on my door and told me to ‘sort it out’. ‘It’ was, as per usual, the toilet flush. Starting Monday with my hand in the cistern, I hoped it wasn’t prophetic.
Chased by park police for cycling on the paths in Hyde Park as I affect a short cut to the office; I wonder what will happen if they ever catch me?
continue reading at source The Articled Particle #memoir
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