Voted Labour for 42 years. Cannot vote for a Labour led by Corbyn…
I do find Jacob Rees-Mogg MP amusing – I suspect that he would benefit from a trip in The Tardis back to the 18th Century… A strange man, to be sure. A fellow tweeter reports that Rees Mogg is also against Abortion in incest cases. Good grief!
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I hope you find it interesting and pay regular visits to catch up with what I’m seeing that I think is relevant and read-worthy.
As you will see, I sometimes carry “sponsored” links. My policy is simple: if I like it AND it’s relevant – I’ll maybe tell you about it.
I won’t carry links to anything I don’t consider worthy. Sometimes I get paid for these links.
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I have no interest in ‘Europe’… I could not care less about the political abomination that is the European Union.
Britain is stronger outside the EU…. and we will always survive…. We are quite good at surviving.
I marvel… I love Scotland…but there are some nasty pricks up here….
I hold a 3rd Dan Black Belt in Wado-Ryu Karate…and taught Karate to others in my earlier life…. .it was useful today.
I loathe thieves and other criminals.
I am still blogging…and I have absolutely no trust in medical doctors (Nor Doctors of Law) now.,..none at all.
I will die, in time, like we all do (I am 64) – but I do hope that there is no Doctor at my bedside or at the pub where I am taking a picture and pint of Guinness. in Perth. (Four Tanners opposite a church where people pray to a god that does exist…Fine by me.)
I enjoy cricket… I try to watch or listen to every first class test cricket match. I played cricket reasonably well as a youngster. I was a wicket keeper – I enjoyed stumping and shouting “Agggghhhhht” at the umpires.
I also bowled rather badly. I remember practising my bowling in Crete on a holiday many years ago by bowling pebbles from the beach into the sea. I may have had too much of the local hooligan juice – Retsina.
As for batting… Mixed fortunes – I did score 110 in one innings in Africa. I was 21.
Cricket is a fantastic game – subtle, tactical and far more dangerous to players than Rugby and American football. The commentators on test Match Special – are world class. I miss Jonners and the cakes. And as for his immortal commentary England v West Indies: “The Batman’s Holding, the bowler’s Willie”…one can only laugh.
Law is not really that difficult to study or read about… There are so many bad laws and bad law books written by time serving academics that it is actually amusing to try and spot the work-shy posturing academics.
I read Geology at University before law after working in Zambia as a geologist after school. I really regret both studying law at university and running two law schools. I look upon it now as a wasted life. History would have been far more interesting to study. So would English literature and Art.
For those contemplating law as a career: Don’t read law at University. You won’t learn much of value to you in later life. Law teaching in universities can be patchy and certainly, in many instances I suspect, would not survive a rigorous inspection by serious education inspectors. Study something else at university and do a Diploma in law and then qualify as a solicitor / barrister in the usual way by doing their fair but unchallenging examinations.
Nothing wrong with a career in law – be you a fair minded individual who cares about society and practices in those fields or one who simply wants to make loads of dosh.
I wish all those who do law and work in law well. I am not going to be covering as much law – apart from Human Rights and instances of Injustice in the English Legal System – on my blog from now on. There is no shortage of injustice in English law to write about. Google throws up many instances of it. I don’t blame the lawyers or the judges. They merely have to follow Government produced ‘Laws’. That is their job.
I do hope that this truly unpleasant man is not given a State Visit to Britain.
I often go to sleep listening to the Shipping Forecast and wake to it at 5.20. I keep my Radio on BBC Radio 4 on all night.
I amused myself one evening by doing my own version of the Shipping Forecast – The Drinking Forecast.
I often phone friends on my iLobsterphone 7.0
Have a good weekend…
Here is “The Drinking Forecast” in the style of The Shipping Forecast, if you would like to listen to it….
After 52 days of rain without a break – the sun has been released from Guantanamo Bay by the absurd President Trump of “America needs to heel’ (sic) fame. and appears once again over the pleasant lands of Perth & Kinross where I live in a village called ‘Scone’ – pronounced ‘Scoon’. A wonderful place with a duckpond and a swan and five cygnets. The male swan, sadly, was killed by a thug with a catapult.
I have several cameras and a book from a good friend “40 Town and Country Walks in Perthshire”. I plan, over time, to complete all 40 walks in the book with my deerstalker hat, walking stick, camera, cigars and hip flask. I tend to try and walk 10 miles every day and 25 on Sundays. It is excellent exercise and I stop to natter with kindred souls en route – many of who smoke. Two also carry hip flasks with the water of the Gods (Whisky) in it.
Unusually, the sun is shining. 52 days of rain in last 53 days. So good to see the sun as we head towards Autumn and Winter. Winter is my favourite season. I also enjoy rain – bracing
It is good to be back home in Scotland, particularly Perthshire which I know
well from my schooldays at Trinity College Glenalmond (Now Glenalmond College) , a well known school in Scotland – now co-educational. In my day the only women we saw were in the newspapers, the Geology teacher and the kitchen staff and a wonderful lady who ran the ‘Tuck Shop’.
Remarkable really. Here is The story
The Americans voted for him. We did not…why should he mess up the rest of the world with his ego and ludicrous vanity?
A ‘painting’ I did some years ago, reflecting on the pleasures of Twitter…. I can paint sensibly. I just choose to do nonsense from time to time while I smoke a small cigar and drink cheap red wine. (£3.50 from Tesco Spanish Red) – marvellous stuff.
Indeed. President Trump is a bizarre figure. Mind you, we have had some bizarre political leaders of our own – Gordon Brown, Farage, Boris Johnson, Corbyn – come to mind.
I just marvel at this geezer who is President of the USA…. Spelling is not that difficult Is it?
Is English Trump’s second language ? If so.. fine..
Ha…you really are absurd…
I could not care less about ‘Europe’…and Germany has MUCH to answer for and the debt will never be repaid by Germans and their country Germany. We must never forget what Germans did last century…never forget what they did. Germans killed many Jewish people in Gas Ovens.. Never forget.
Fantastic artwork. The magazines are going for Trump.
I’ve voted Labour for 42 years – even managed to bring myself to vote for the dreadful Gordon Brown. I will not, however, support Corbyn and will return to the Liberal-democrats who I rather like.
Fortunately, there is absolutely no prospect of Corbyn ever being PM.
I have had a great day out with my friend and former Co-director Nicole Rollo in my law school running days. Nicole travelled from Newbury, Berkshire, to see me. Her husband, Major-General Rollo (now dead, sadly) was also a good friend and designed the electronic database for my law school while he was out in the Gulf fighting a war. A very good man. I am not surprised he rose to the rank of Major-General. He was a very popular man, I am told, with his men and in many circles.
It can only become more bizarre and more amusing. Fortunately… Much better to laugh at ‘Political Europe’.
I don’t wear ‘Lederhosen’…but I do not wear a kilt either…Wore a kilt on Sundays 12 years as a kid. I still have the legs for it…but I prefer to wear trousers and Scots hats these days…with feathers in them.
I was told by a friend in Perth this afternoon – a fellow cigar smoker – that I must be the only person in Scotland who actually enjoys RAIN. I do. After years of living in and working in Hot, sunny, countries – my favourite season is Winter. I like rain, snow, dark skies and brooding, mildly pissed, calls for Scots Independence! Cry Freedom…. !
“I know this is the silly season and I enjoy the manufactured stories about skate boarding ferrets, trampolining squirrels and Diane Abbott having a functioning brain rather than a bowl of custard as much as anybody. The Amish Wing of the Tories nowadays avoid the grouse moors and prefer bespoke baby seal clubbing holidays in Nova Scotia. Corbynistas are in a bit of a dilemma though. Normally they would be off to the socialist paradise of Venezuela, but sadly this gloriously successful country has been systematically undermined by Imperialist American running dogs, forcing its benign government to arrest the traitors, spies and saboteurs that make up the press, judiciary and any political opposition.
So apart from the Trump administration making May’s government look strong and stable and the prospect of a world war triggered by two madman with bad hair there isn’t a lot to write about. Yet there is something bizarre occupying tiny Tory minds. The phenomenon that has become Jacob Rees Mogg. The peculiar case of the Mogg in the night. Now Moggy is a decent old cove and a genuine, rather than manufactured eccentric, unlike Despicable Me impersonator Bozo. Mind you, if someone was brave enough to crack open their sperm banks in 50 years time they would be disappointed. The the tanks would have run dry. These guys don’t come fecund best. Moggy in the sanctity of a catholic marriage and Bozo like an alley cat on viagra. If the the Tory bible, Conservative Home, is to be believed (it’s more Old Testament than New filled with lots of old smite) the Bozo joke is wearing thin and they seem to prefer the cut of young Moggy’s jib. Most sentient folk would scream with hysterical laughter at the thought of a Mogg premiership, but remember we are talking about the Conservative Party many of whom don’t always take their medication and once, when in a floridly Psychotic state, actively considered making Andrea Loathesome their leader.
I haven’t a clue who will be the next Tory leader. But it will be sooner rather than later. This is the most incompetent government I have ever had the misfortune to witness. At a time when we should be in concessionary mode with the EU, Madame is sending edicts from the top of some Swiss mountain about hardening our position. They just haven’t got a clue. And the right wing press cheer her on by calling any of us who commit the heresy of not saying that Brexit will bring us a glorious future traitors. Someone pray for us.
I’m probably wrong but I suspect that Madame will be dissuaded from soldiering on until Armageddon in 2019 by her husband Philip. It will then be too late as we would have been cast into the seventh circle of hell by Barnier and his gang of cheese eating surrender monkeys.
The Tory party conference will be a jittery affair. No great cheers for Madame who will be treated with the respect one gives to a family pet which will have to be put down but nobody has the courage to decide precisely when. It will be dominated by the leadership hopefuls beauty parade. A bit like Love Island for old people. Where everyone gets fucked”
(Jerry is a good friend. I’m still not convinced that he is a real Tory – a ‘Secret Liberal’ ? But a good lawyer and a good friend to me over many years. Helped me greatly some time ago when I needed help. Did not hesitate for a moment to help.)
I will, of course, return to detailed analysis of the laws of our realm when August comes to an end and we move towards an even more ‘dystopian world’ under the Tories and President Trump.
Until then… I shall smoke a few cigars, drink some whisky, enjoy some small Cafe Creme cigars and marvel. I shall also walk 15 miles a day until the end of the year…rain or shine. I have many rain hats.
What Do You Need to Become a Private Investigator in New Jersey?
There aren’t as many careers that can be as fulfilling and exciting as being a private investigator. If you are the type of person who has a sense of adventure, a knack for getting hunches right, and a keen eye for details, then this job may just be for you.
Most importantly, this kind of service is in high demand in many places all over the country, and being a private investigator in New Jersey is one of the most lucrative assignments you can ever have. As a highly populated and diverse state, New Jersey residents have growing needs for domestic investigations such as those involving spousal infidelity, child custody, and the like.
According to the most recent available data from the Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS), there are close to 300 licensed private investigators working in New Jersey as of 2012, and the New Jersey Department of Labor and Workforce Development projects is anticipating this number to grow by a rate of 8% annually up to the year 2020.
It might interest you to know as well that, as of 2012, the annual median salary of private detectives in the state was pegged at $54,370, with the average salary for those in the top tenth percentile reaching as high as $90,980.
If you are thinking of getting into this line of work, do know that it is a highly regulated and licensed profession. This is justifiably so since it involves handling sensitive information, taking undercover action and interacting with other individuals. Here are the steps that you need to take to become a full-fledged, legally practicing private investigator in New Jersey:
Meet the minimum age and residency requirements. You should be a resident of the United States and at least 25 years of age to become eligible for licensing as a private investigator in New Jersey.
Attain relevant education and career experience. For you to become a licensed private detective in the state, you must prove that you have had at least 5 years of experience as a police officer with a local or state department, or an investigator within a country, city, state or federal organization. Strictly speaking, there is no requirement for a particular college course or degree in order to become a private investigator. However, having a degree in criminal justice or similar related fields is an advantage because you gain relevant knowledge in the criminal justice system.
Submit to electronic fingerprinting. You need to submit to electronic fingerprinting process before applying for a license. Contact the New Jersey State Police–Private Detective Unit at (609) 633-9835 to request for a temporary agent license number, which will be needed in the Universal Fingerprint Form. You will then need this to set an appointment on www.bioapplicant.com where you can also find accredited MorphoTrak sites that you can visit where the fingerprinting will be carried out. Note that this process will cost you a fee of $67.50.
Apply for the license. After meeting these initial requirements, you may now proceed to actually applying for a license to become a private investigator in New Jersey. Accomplish the form (available online at: http://www.njsp.org/info/pdf/pdet/sp-171.pdf) and submit it to the New Jersey State Police together with the following:
- $250 application fee (for individuals)
- Passport-size photo
- At least 5 professional references on your competency as a licensed private investigator
- Accomplished and notarized Authorization for Release of Information form (included in the general application form)
- A Detective Agency License Surety Bond of at least $3,000 (for individuals)
You may mail the submission to the New Jersey State Police: Private Detective Unit, P.O. Box 7068, West Trenton, NJ 08628.
Don’t forget to renew your license every two years, where you must also make sure that your surety bond is updated. You will have to re-submit your fingerprints again through the same online process.
Get affiliated. Once that you have received your license, congratulations! You can now get to work or enjoy gainful employment as a private detective in New Jersey. To enhance your practice and gain credibility, consider joining professional organizations in the state or national level. These memberships can help a lot in terms of networking and continuing training and education through conferences and seminars.
A rewarding career
Embarking on a career as a licensed professional private detective may take some effort, but these are all worth it in ensuring that you present your best, trustworthy self to clients. You may choose to strike it out on your own and build your own detective agency, or you can find rewarding employ for law firms, insurance companies, the local or state government, and even private individuals.
It can only be a matter of time before Trump implodes or gets impeached! I marvel….
This is not to say that I have not enjoyed my time reading and teaching law. I have. I have also met and taught some very interesting men and women. But, frankly, there are better things to study and do in one’s life than be involved in a primitive construct because human beings have not worked out how to behave decently to each other in business, families and life generally.
I studied law at Leicester University for my first degree – turning a place down at Cambridge University in favour of Leicester – a good faculty. Largely a waste of time. I went to seven lectures and about twenty tutorials in my three years there. I found reading the law books far more interesting than attending boring law lectures and tutorials were merely an opportunity for the tutor to prove how clever he / she was and how ‘thick or lazy’ the students were.
I also found that a few of the law lecturers were rather pompous. Most were good men and women, particularly Professor Edward Griew. I did not find any pompous lecturers when I attended Geology, philosophy or art lectures in other faculties. I regret reading law now, as I look back. I would have had a more enjoyable life in another field of study! But there we are.
Would I recommend Law to a young person today? Absolutely not.
But there we are. I am 64…And one only lives once – although I shall devote some time to trying to work out how to live again…possibly, if a dull hour comes up!
Thought du Jour…
The Great Three Dongle Saga and life in Perth this week
It has been a strange week. I have had no net access because the mast based in Scone where I live has been down – save for five minutes when a guy with a screwdriver managed to ‘fix’ it for five minutes. I was able to send one email and publish a blog post. On my hourly visits to the excellent Three shop in Perth High Street I was given various explanations from the ‘mast is down’, to the the truly fantastic excuse given to me on Monday evening that the farmer won’t allow the man with the screwdriver onto his land where the mast is situated because he is about to harvest some god forsaken cash crop. The staff at the Three Shop in Perth High St are amusing young people and even they could barely keep a straight face when I burst out laughing.
But there we are – not the end of the world save for the fact that no-one has paid me through Bank transfer, but money was waiting for me in Paypal. I was able to eat some biscuits which I found in a cupboard and dined last night on Weetabiix (four of the totally tasteless items) soaked in powdered Chocolate drink which was the only item in my ‘larder’. It was surprisingly good. Fortunately, I had sufficient in the way of smoking materials – but no wine or whisky.
A man who begs for money in Perth High Street refused to pay back the £40 I lent him 10 days ago and then tried to assault me when I had the temerity to ask for it back. He ran up to me and threatened to punch me. That would have been foolish. I still retain a Black belt in Wado-Ryu Karate and he would have been easy to get on the ground with my boot on his head while I called the Police. I have been attacked twice in my life – once, breaking up a fight in student lodgings at Leicester University. A housemate was being kicked on the ground in the kitchen of the house I shared with others. I stopped three people continuing their assault by using my Karate skills but turned when a man behind me from Cambridge University called out and then smashed an empty milk bottle into my face which broke. I lost most of my teeth, my nose was broken and all the skin on the front of my face below the eyes fell down my face. I was lucky that the assault did not blind or kill me. I was with a High Court judge’s daughter at the time. She was brilliant and got a taxi to take me to hospital where I was stitched up. I refused their kind offer to stay in hospital overnight.
The next morning I was visited by the Vice Chancellor of the University, Sir Fraser Noble and a very senior Police officer from Leicester Police. While the Chief Superintendent was interviewing me, one of the thugs from Cambridge University of the night before burst into my room and threatened me with more violence if I gave evidence in Court. He was promptly arrested by the Detective Chief Superintendent. My assailant got off with a fine of £50. He was charged with common assault – a Police error which Leicester Police apologised for – an administrative error. The father of my female friend who was with me on the night of the attack was a siting High Court judge and was appalled. He should have charged with GBH S18 OAPA 1861 and would probably have been given 6-10 years by an English Red Judge. A bone splinter from the assault is 1/4 of an inch from my brain but was deemed by the surgeon too dangerous to attempt to remove. I have lived with it for 40 years. The surgeon wryly advised me not to fall forwards onto my face! The QC who heard my application for a grant from The Criminal Injuries Compensation Board was excellent. He was shocked by the case and awarded me the maximum award then of £1600 which I received by cheque within days. I spent some of it most wisely on fags and cheap wine. It helped by recovery greatly!
The man on the Sex Offenders Reigister in Perth High St who refused to repay the £40 I lent him backed off and went back to his ‘Begging Pitch’ in Perth High Street when he realised that I was serious about my preparedness to use my Karate skills on him if he tried to assault me. ( I found out from a resident in Perth that he is on the Sex Offenders Register.) I did not know this when I lent him £40.. I have a photograph of him conning people in the Street for money and I have no qualms about publishing it. The local newspaper are interested in the story.
Perth City Council were ‘Useless on an Industrial Scale’ when I told them of the incidents I have related above. There was a bit of amateur dramatics hand wringing but they said it was a Police matter. They did not seem to mind that a registered sex offender who begs illegally on their High Street tried to assault me in their ‘Fair City on the main High Street in broad daylight. Pathetic, really. Park on a street in Perth illegally and they will happily issue a ‘juicy Parking Fine’. through their ‘Army of Uniformed Assault Troop’ traffic wardens. The City is crawling with traffic Wardens. One Sunday morning at 7.00 am, I was the only person in Perth High Street – apart from three keen Traffic Wardens armed to to the teeth with electronic ticketing machines. No shops open until 11.00 on Perth High Street – apart from supermarkets and a coffee shop. No cars to ‘ticket’ though so we had a natter. I told one of them that I might hire a car so I could drive onto Perth High Street and park illegally early on a Sunday morning to ‘taunt him’ and drive off when he approached eager to ‘ticket’. He laughed! I like the traffic wardens I talk to – friendly blokes.
I gather that ‘local Rozzers’ in the form of Police Scotland lifted him (I am a fan of Police officers generally, and Police Scotland have been particularly helpful to me) – but the registered sex offender was back conning people out of money in Perth High St within an hour. His name is Eddie Lines and here is a picture of him in military camouflage gear.
It was suggested to me that I consult a lawyer in Perth and sue the registered sex offender, drug user and trainee psychopath. I told the kindly resident of Perth that I knew more than enough law to deal with that myself – having run a large law school for many years and taught law for nearly 40 years. I would win, of course, but I don’t think I could be bothered to wait years to get the damages. The law moves very slowly in damages cases in Scotland, I am told.
If you are reading this – it means that the Three mast in Scone has been fixed by the man with the screwdriver and I can get back to the very serious matter of commenting sensibly and acerbically (on occasion) on the laws of our fair and wonderfully badly governed United Kingdom. I will also be able to access Paypal and buy some food. The Salvation Army in Perth very kindly gave me some food and I did have some Weetabix (4) for dinner.
I very much hope that Scotland will go Independent (UDI an idea ? ) in my lifetime. I am 64.
I would also like to see a REPUBLIC…no Monarch – although I admire The Queen and The Duke of Edinburgh.
I am very sorry to learn of the death of another very good friend of mine in recent weeks. Andrew Keogh helped me greatly when I was very ill some time ago and was a very amusing and kind man. He was also a fine lawyer.
“My friend Andrew Keogh, who has died of lung cancer aged 66, was a barrister, blogger, writer and political activist.
He was called to the bar in 1978 and, starting out in law in London in the 1980s, was committed to the legal aid system and to resisting the then often transparent racism of the Brixton police. A friend recalls being astonished at how elegant Andrew looked in pinstripe suit, wig and gown. Andrew explained that “if you’re a poor, black kid being fitted up by the Brixton nick, that’s how you want your brief to look”.
He joined No5 chambers, and became a widely respected jury advocate, known for his integrity and his willingness to devote time to helping younger members of his profession. He was also a writer, author of the longstanding White Rabbit blog, of two published novels, twentytwelve (2006), and The Killing Room (2013), and of the unfinished Diary of a Jobbing Barrister.
Andrew was born in Leeds, son of Austin, a headteacher, and Hilda, a district nurse. He was brought up a Roman Catholic, and was educated at St Michael’s college, a Catholic grammar school, but later converted to Anglicanism. He went on to the London School of Economics, where he studied political science and then law, and to the Inns of Court.
Despite living and working in London, he thought of himself as a Yorkshireman, and was a loyal supporter of Leeds United and Yorkshire county cricket club. Probably cricket mattered the most to him: his parents had lived within easy walking distance of Headingley cricket ground and he regularly went with his father to watch both Yorkshire and England. He inherited a magnificent collection of Wisden from his father, which has now been bequeathed to his sons.
I saw a number of American and British idiots killing animals in Zambia for ‘trophies’. Not one of the animals killed or Elephant shot for their ivory were armed.
YUU is backing better backs with the launch of their new ergonomic school bag
With the summer holidays in full swing it won’t be long before parents start thinking about kitting out their child ready for the new school year. The spotlight has been firmly on school bags in recent years with vast research urging parents to think carefully about their child’s school bag and posture in relation to back health. In response to this, the leading children’s backpack brand YUU are launching their new ergonomically-designed school backpack, YUUschool, along with their ‘backing better backs’ campaign to encourage parents to reassess their child’s backpack and posture to avoid any unnecessary backpain in the future.
Worryingly, according to research carried out by the British Chiropractic Association
, a third of parents have reported that their child has suffered from some form of back or neck pain in the past. Whilst backpain can be caused by a number of factors, unsuitable school bags are widely accepted as a common cause. Studies have shown that up to 4 million children in the UK are walking with school bags that are too heavy for them and could potentially be harming their spines. Experts have stated that a child should be able to carry up to 10% of their own bodyweight without causing any damage but a survey by charity BackCare UK
highlighted that this is often exceeded, with 11-12 year olds being the highest risk group found to be carrying on average 13% of their body weight (in some cases children were carrying up to 60%!).
Rachael Withe, marketing manager of YUU comments “Any parent would be alarmed to learn of the unseen damage their child’s backpack could be causing. Going to school brings with it a need to carry certain items and although we don’t always have control over the weight of those items, we do have control over the way in which that weight is carried. This is exactly why we have designed the new YUUschool according to ergonomic principals so that weight is distributed evenly and symmetrically over the child’s body.”
Paediatric Osteopath Annie Khenian adds “Children’s spines grow and develop rapidly, especially in adolescence, and it’s imperative that correct posture is maintained and care is taken in these formative years to avoid problems later in life. Many children carry substantial weight to, from and around school on a daily basis. Often the weight of the rucksack pulls children backwards which in turn prompts them to lean forward or arch their backs to keep the weight centred. Over time this position can compress the spine causing pain and discomfort. We would always advise parents to invest in a supportive backpack”
The new YUUschool backpack is packed full of scientific ergonomic features, including vertical compartmentalisation of the pockets so weight is kept higher up and closer to the spine. The s-shaped padded straps are sewn close together not just for additional comfort but also to centralise weight to the body. The deep pockets combined with the secure straps have been thoughtfully designed and positioned to avoid weight falling down into the middle of the bag which causes weight to be unevenly distributed and concentrated in one area causing unnecessary pressure and pain. The full extent of the YUUschool’s ergonomic design and the benefits this brings can be found at https://yuuworld.com/schoolbags/
Kellie Forbes, co-founder of YUU adds “For most parents this time of year is usually a race against the clock to get all the usual supplies of uniform, stationary and books fully stocked. However, this is also the perfect time to re-assess your child’s backpack and make sure it offers suitable protection for the busy year ahead. Our 10-step Backing Better Backs checklist offers a simple risk-assessment that parents can follow to help prevent painful back problems in the future.”
The YUUschool is available to buy from www.yuuworld.com for £40. There is currently a promotion for a “back to school bundle” which includes the YUUschool backpack, a gym bag, a waterbottle, stationary set and notebook for £49.50 (a saving of 25%). The website also offers advice and support for back care, including a 10-step backing better backs checklist.
A pensioner stuffed a £10 note into a solicitor’s mouth after he was confronted for repeatedly sneaking into first class.
Barrister Dr Peter Ellis became irritated by a 69-year-old passenger who repeatedly came into the first class section of the carriage to help himself to pretzel snacks and wine.
On the fifth occasion Dr Ellis felt compelled to speak to pensioner Leslie Gilmer. A court heard this led Gilmer to return to the carriage and stuff a £10 note into the mouth of the former hospital doctor and personal injury lawyer.
The bizarre events on the rail journey to Exeter one November evening were told to Exeter magistrates court.
Prosecutor Sonia Croft said Gilmer was acting in a ‘rather obnoxious manner’ as he helped himself to snacks on a food and drinks trolley which were complimentary goods just for first class passengers.
When Dr Ellis challenged Gilmer, the Dublin born defendant retorted:”I’m hungry. I will see you in court.”
But the magistrates heard Gilmer then returned to the carriage and forcefully rammed the £10 note into Dr Ellis’ mouth.
Retired engineer Gilmer was spoken to by police at Exeter St David’s railway station and he admitted throwing the tenner but claimed any physical contact was accidental.
Miss Croft said the court had to decide whether the incident was a ‘pure accident or a deliberate or reckless assault’.
Dr Ellis gave evidence and told the JPs that Gilmer was involved in a disturbance with train staff over the state of the toilets when they embarked on the trip saying they were a ‘f***ing disgrace’ and were not working.
He said Gilmer was also involved ‘in a discussion about whether he could have some alcohol and snacks from the first class trolley’ – even though he had bought £47.50p tickets for standard or second class.
For my part…I have some sympathy for the pensioner. Lawyers can be rather tedious at times. There does seem to be some confusion in the story above about whether the recipient of the £10 note was a solicitor or barrister…but there we are.
Politics has become a Spectator sport. A balmy summer’s evening with barmy politicians hoovering up large quantities of acceptable bubbly, spitting venom and bile. There was enough malice aforethought to make it a murder scene. Except that in politics you can die a thousand deaths. What doesn’t kill you makes you stranger.
At this stage I would usually write, ‘if only I was a fly on the wall….’ But I didn’t need to be. Every wonderful, excruciating and joyously embarrassing detail has been lovingly salacioused into the press. Of course, there were cameos from the arachnidian Priti Patel (God, that woman scares me) and other minor players like Loathesome, Moggy and a few Westminster Disneyland delusionists who honestly believe that one day they will be Prime Minister. Even Madame, like Banquo’s ghost, briefly ectoplasmed an appearance. But the poor thing has a horror of meeting people who are not police and fireman and a suffers from a crippling phobia of journalists. I am told that she was devastated and shed a tear. But only a small one. Not to worry though, she is off on a walking holiday with Philip. What could possibly go wrong?
But all eyes were on the two feuding families the Johnsons and the Davis mob. It would have been like watching that menacing part of Prokofiev’s ballet Romeo and Juliet when the Capulets and the Montagues strut their stuff. But that’s probably too dignified. More like the rival street gangs the Sharks and the Jets.
My old chum David Davis is the master of the wind up and exudes a genuine charm that Johnson merely fabricates. He know just the right scab to pick and the put down that will send Bozo into a frenzied sulk. Firstly, Davis charmed and kissed sister Rachel. Boasting that he is wooing her back into the Conservative fold. Then he taunts that our Foreign Secretary is a failure. Bozo’s mob then threaten to ‘kick him in the bollocks’. It was all wonderfully grown up. Herogram for Tim Shipman for reporting it all.
Yet it has been a weird week. Not unlike those balloon debates we used to have at school. You had to give a reasoned debate about whom you will chuck out. May has gone but is still clinging onto the the basket with her finger tips. But at the moment it is Hammond whooshing through the air. There has been a concerted and successful effort to smear him. Firstly, the cabinet leak, from more than one source, about his ‘sexist’ remark that driving a train is so easy even women could do it. This shows a terrible lack of judgement. Would you feel comfortable with Patel, Loathesome or Greening driving a packed commuter train? I’d feel safer if Richard Hammond were at the controls.
And then there is the ‘let’s end austerity and make ourselves popular with public sector workers by chucking them some dosh,’ brigade which is apparently let by my cousin (I doubt whether she realises it) Justin Greening. This is quite bonkers. Have they all forgotten the wage inflation of the sixties and seventies that made us the Sick Man of Europe? Apparently so. And they do so at their peril. So now it is Hammond who is the dead man walking. He is the one oozing common sense. Bizarre.
But the Bozo star appears to be on the wane. Judging by Fraser Nelson’s last piece, the Speccie (or rather the splendid Andrew Neil who has an attic full of Johnsonian broken promises) has taken against him. The gist was that the shagathon that has added to the gaity of political life could become a serious turn off for voters. I am inclined to agree.
Many years ago when I was writing for Punch we had a front page predicting that Davis would one day lead the Conservative party. We were about twenty years out of date. Oh, and have you noticed his uncanny resemblance between Davis and Martin Shaw of the Professionals and Judge Deed?
May is now at her most vulnerable. MP’s are away. Mobiles will be throbbing. She has created a government of all the talons.
Always a pleasure to publish Jerry’s writing on my blog. A good friend to me of quite a few years now – and helped me greatly when I needed assistance. .
“The UK Supreme Court have published Lord Neuberger’s and Lord Clarke’s valedictory remarks.
Lady Hale, Deputy President of the Supreme Court, Sir David Steel, James Eadie QC, Karon Monoghan QC, Robert Bourns (Law Society) and Andrew Langdon QC all give valedictory remarks on the occasion of Lord Neuberger, president of the Supreme Court, and Lord Clarke’s final sitting in the UK Supreme Court.
Lord Neuberger was made a QC in 1987 and appointed Lord Justice of Appeal in 2004. On 1 October 2009 he became Master of the Rolls before being appointed President of the Supreme Court in 2012. Lord Clarke spent 27 years at the bar specialising in maritime and commercial law and was appointed Master of the Rolls and Head of Civil Justice in 2005….”
War hero who lost both legs in Afghanistan no longer allowed treatment at English hospital because he’s Scottish
Callum Brown, 28, fears the decision could cost him his life because he will no longer have access to the specialist treatment available at the hospital
Some years ago I did a few restaurant reviews for an excellent website, Here is a ‘review’ I wrote some years back in the good old days when one could smoke as one ate and drank vino rosso.
A Bar & Dining Room
Somewhere in London
Meal for two with wine: £90
Charon goes to a restaurant run by East European border guards?
“Have you booked?” asked the black silk shirted Maitre D’ guarding the entrance. The abruptness of the greeting took me by surprise.
“I have not booked. Do you have a table?” Blackshirt’s eyes narrowed as he flicked open the diary. The page had one entry. Blackshirt looked up, eyes darting. “How many of you are there?” It may seem to the casual observer that I suffer from dissociative identity disorder, but I was alone. I heard Sir Alec Guinness in the recess of my mind: “Charon” he said, “Use the Force….”
“I am one.”
The Maitre D’ surveyed the dining room. It was that sort of place… Not a restaurant, but a Bar and Dining Room. It was 12.30. Only two tables were occupied. “Do you smoke?” Blackshirt snapped.
“For England.” I replied.
I was escorted to a table in the corner of the room – a table for two. An East European border guard, dressed as a waitress, appeared with a menu. I selected a bottle of Claret and asked for two espressos and a glass of tap water, no ice. “You want espresso?” the waitress asked, unsmiling. “Now?”
“Yes please.” I watched her walk towards the bar. Well it was more of a march… more Red Square than Sandhurst. I was not invited to taste the wine when it arrived.
The menu was fairly typical of many gastros – a mix of “Confu**tion cooking” with a bit of thai/vietnamese nonsense thrown in. I enjoy reading Anthony Bourdain… but his books, do on occasion, get into the wrong hands… and so it was, today. Couscous and polenta featured heavily. One day I am sure that I will find a gastro pub with a dish called “Irish tagine”.
A couple were seated at a table nearby – both late twenties, both City professionals. I know this because they managed to tell me, indirectly, by relating events to each other of their successes during the week. They talked at each other; he admiring himself repeatedly in the mirrors lining the walls on our side of the restaurant. They obviously knew each other well – at least one assumes so, because, later, declining the offer of pudding, they started eating each other.
I have no idea why nutters on trains, tubes, buses and restaurants gravitate towards me – but it happend again today. The East European border guard escorted another customer to the adjacent table – a man in his early sixties, blazered, highly polished Oxford shoes, grey trousers, Turnbull & Asser shirt, silk tie and a traditional ‘British’ haircut. One could almost smell the George Trumper cologne.
“Good day to you.”
“And to you.” I replied.
“Writer?” the man asked, pointing at my laptop. I learned long ago not to answer that question.
“Just doing a bit of surfing.”
“Surfing Eh?…. yes… I used to surf when I was a junior partner with X&Y in Hong Kong…. on trips to Australia…. tied up a few M&A deals, I can tell you… out there…. those were the days…”
God in heaven. I know I drank a bottle of cider in Church once when I was at Prep school… but I had no idea, then, that I would continue to be punished for that sin nearly 40 odd years later on Easter Sunday 2007… in the form of a retired City lawyer, from the days of Tai Pan, sitting at the next table.
“Really…? good stuff.. ” I replied, affably, but with what I hoped was the correct tone to indicate that I wished ‘to be alone’. It was too late to pretend I was Bulgarian and could not speak English.
So there I was… a couple of young professionals, but a few tables away, talking at each other and Mr Drone, to my right.
“Been to Church?”
I was looking intently at my laptop screen. The words appeared to come from above. I looked at the ceiling. I looked at my bottle of Claret. I had only had one glass.
“The Vicar had a few of us back for a glass of sherry after the service”
“Yes… quite a few actually. Have to splice the mainbrace after sitting through all that without being able to charge fees at the end of it! ” a statement which provoked so much laughter from the speaker that I was concerned I may have to do a Heimlich manoeuvre on him.
“Oh Yes… Vicar did us a good sermon today…”
Mr Drone told me at length that he would have been in New York to advise on a merger but the US firm had ‘cocked up’ on timing… adding that he liked to take on important cases on a consultancy basis from time to time…
I drained my glass, re-filled and lit a cigarette.
“Smoker Eh?…yes… used to smoke until the Doc said to me ‘My dear chap, unless you pack in the gaspers now you won’t be able to get it up when you are 65′.” Another burst of self satisfied laughter, gave me the opportunity to wave at the waitress and explain to the gentleman seated at the next table that I needed to concentrate on my work. He made a curious signal, tapping his finger against his nose and said “Got it…Roger… mustn’t stop a chap from his work “
“You are ready with your orders?”
I smiled at the waitress, trying not to look as if I had something to declare, and ordered a main course. I justified my lack of a first course, when questioned, by explaining that I may have a pudding. She seemed satisfied with my explanation and marched off.
It takes a rare talent to cook roast lamb badly, but only inhalation of super strength cannabis would suggest beetroot risotto and chilli jam is a sensible, or even suitable, accompaniment to lamb. The waitress looked at my plate, barely touched. The lemon meringue pie had the merit of being bought in. The wine was more than drinkable and, after negotiating my release without the aid of the Foreign Office, I returned to familiar surroundings.
Postscript: What is wrong in the picture of the food and wine glass?
Several things: 1. The wine glass is absurdly empty. 2. The Chef may have been smoking the garden again believing that a piece of lamb needs to have grass sprouting out of the bone 3. The plate is almost empty of sustaining food, although I did detect some mash and a brussell sprout hiding in plain sight with a carrot.
“A solicitor has been suspended for three months and fined £20,000 for a string of professional disgraces.
Michael Horne attracted the complaints while running his Hereford-based firm Kidwells which he set up in 2008 after qualifying as a solicitor in 2006. Horne, whose previous career was as a ‘businessman’, has previously attracted positive press attention for flying around in a helicopter and talking up a gym and massage centre he planned to build alongside his firm’s offices. He is less keen to address allegations that in the 1990s he was convicted of benefit fraud and served time for stealing motor boats, failing to respond to requests for comment from RollOnFriday.
In one incident considered by the Solicitors Disciplinary Tribunal, a solicitor named as ‘Ms FS’ resigned as a consultant for Kidwells to work for a rival firm and claimed £341 from Horne in unpaid fees. Horne sued her for £15,000 which he accused her of losing the firm by mishandling matters……”
For the 5th successive year Inksters Solicitors are sponsoring ‘This is Your Trial’ at the Edinburgh Fringe. However, this year there is an extra, family friendly, show at 12 nooneach day so that children can join in the court room fun.
Top comedians are lawyers, prosecuting and defending cases brought by non-adults against their parents, siblings and friends. The audience is the jury, deciding the verdict in the mock trials.
It has been said it is difficult to tell who was more fun, the kids or the parents. ‘Judge’ Tim Fitzhigham however summed it up perfectly when he said: “You know I don’t think it matters? It’s the type of person. It doesn’t really matter how old they are.”
There will also be a draw a judge competition with participating children having a chance to win prizes from Inksters.
The adult show is on at 7.15pm each night. Last year saw the likes of Clive Anderson, Susan Calman, Andrew Maxwell, Marcus Brigstocke and Josie Long join the regular gang of Thom Tuck, Tim Fitzhigham and Trevor Lock. Expect to see even more comedy superstars this year, as the line-up changes for each and every show.
Brian Inkster of Inksters said: “Every year ‘This is Your Trial’ gets bigger and better and we are very pleased to be supporting them again this year as they give children an insight into court room procedure albeit with a comic slant!”
‘This is Your Trial (PG)’, the family friendly show, takes place at 12 noon every day during the Edinburgh Fringe from 31 July 2017 at Heroes @ Monkey Barrel (Venue 515). Book your tickets here: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/this-is-your-trial-pg
The adult show is on at 7.15pm every night during the Edinburgh Fringe from 2 August 2017 at Gilded Balloon Teviot – Wine Bar (Venue 14). Book your tickets here:https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/this-is-your-trial
Opening lines & memorable passages in judgments – Part IV
And this from President Trump last night…
I suspect they will start firing nuclear weapons at each other soon.
Trump’s behaviour is certainly rather odd.
Perhaps HM The Queen will make him a knight? Could do with a laugh…
Internet Newsletter for Lawyers July/August 2017
The latest issue of the Internet Newsletter for Lawyers is now published.
In this issue
- Electronic evidence – Stephen Mason and George Weir describe the various mechanisms by which electronic evidence is adduced
- Robot lawyers – Casey Flaherty of technology company Procertas is sceptical about intelligent robot lawyers
- Robots in chambers – Stephen Ward of Clerksroom describes the features of Billy the robotic junior clerk
- Digital marketing – Susan Hallam explains how and when you should employ competitive keyword advertising
- Websites – Delia Venables asks What are chambers’ websites for? and reviews the current offerings
- Digital legacies – Alex Heshmaty explains the concept of digital legacies and offers some top tips
- Robots at large – Nick Holmes looks under the bonnet at DoNotPay, “the world’s first robot lawyer”
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Definition: Unable to be resisted or avoided; inescapable.
A word I first heard when I played bad snooker with Stephen Fry years ago at The Groucho Club in London. My friend, a restauranteur (Nick Nosh of Nosh Brothers fame) and I were ‘over refreshed’ on wine. Stephen Fry won the game…easily. Nice man and interesting to chat with
I remember losing £20,000 investing in the restaurant The Nosh Brothers in Notting Hill, London. It lasted a year. (They are not brothers). I found out later that I was the only shareholder who actually paid for dinners consumed at the restaurant. The other investors were very wealthy City bankers earning £2m ++ a year. Well…there we are. Live and learn.
The Guardian reports: “A juror has been forced to leave a four-month long terrorism trial at the Old Bailey after repeatedly trying to find out if a detective who had been a witness in the case was single.
A second juror acknowledged finding the detective, DS Ryan Chambers of West Midlands police, attractive but was allowed to stay on the case after the judge, Mr Justice Globe, decided she had been forthcoming in response to questions about the incident.
Globe warned that he had considered whether he had to discharge the entire jury, abandoning a long and complex terrorism trial for the most unexpected of reasons.
A group of men from the Midlands, who called themselves the “three musketeers” in a messaging group, have spent months in the dock at the Old Bailey accused of planning a terrorist attack between May and August last year. The defence claims that the key evidence in the case, a bag containing a pipe bomb, a meat cleaver and shotgun shells, was planted in the lead defendant’s car by rogue undercover police officers.
The case, which was originally scheduled to last two months but had faced continual delays, started summing up on Monday, with the jury expected to go out for deliberations next week. One of the issues they will be asked to decide on is whether the evidence of police officers was credible.
Globe told the jury: “The information that had recently been given to me was that one amongst your number had said that DS Chambers was attractive, and another among you had then spoken to the court usher and on more than one occasion had asked the court usher to find out whether DS Chambers was single.”
The information had originated from an inquiry by the Guardian relating to an overheard conversation.
Globe continued: “The inquiries that I’ve conducted have led to one amongst your number telling me that that juror did find him attractive but had not expressed any interest in finding out whether he was single – but another juror had jokingly asked whether that was the case.
“And although the juror who found DS Chambers attractive didn’t want an inquiry to be made of the usher, nonetheless, the other juror went ahead and asked.”
No attempts had been made to seek further information about Chambers. The answers provided by the juror who was discharged were “really unsatisfactory”, Globe said. “She has not accepted that she tried to find out from the court usher on more than one occasion whether DS Chambers was single.”
He reminded the court of their responsibility to consider the questions at stake “dispassionately, impartially” and without factoring in whether they found witnesses physically attractive.
The juror who found Chambers attractive had impressed the judge with her direct answers to his inquiries, he said. Asked in a questionnaire whether she still felt she could act as a juror, she wrote: “Yes definitely!”
Globe said he believed other members of the jury may have overheard questions being asked of the usher, and he reminded them that they had a duty to report any concerning behaviour among other jurors. “To put it mildly, I am disappointed that I was not given that information,” he said. “I’ve had to ask myself whether it isn’t so important that I shouldn’t allow you as a group to continue considering this case.”
Naweed Ali, 29 and Khobaib Hussain, 25, from Birmingham, are on trial alongside Mohibur Rahman, 32, and Tahir Aziz, 38, for preparing terrorist acts between May and August 2016. They deny the charges.
The case continues.
Words fail me. Is he ill?
Brenda Hale to become first female president of supreme court.
Baroness Hale, who has campaigned for greater diversity in the judiciary, is said to be taking role as three other court posts are filled. It will be interesting to see how she influences the future of English law. She has a background in legal academic work as well.
Female Prime Minister, Female First Minister in Scotland and female President of the UK Supreme Court.
I loathe men (It is usually, invariably, men) who kill animals in Africa and elsewhere for what they call ‘sport’. There is no excuse for killing a defenceless animal. They won’t even eat it. No-one will.
These men need to grow up. Pathetic.
(When I worked in the Bush in Zambia before reading law in 1971 – we ‘dissuaded’ two ‘ignorant’ tourists from shooting animals for ‘sport’. It helped that we had guns and were friendly. We had beers with them and they went on their way. I suspect they shot animals once they were well clear of our field area.)
Simon Castell, who runs East Park Communications, publishes an extensive range of Local Law Society magazines. They are interesting, a good read and a good way of keeping up to date with your local Law Society. Herts Law is one of many Law Society magazines produced by East Park Communications. You may read the magazines online here.
And The Game of Clowns…
And talking of clowns…
(Good to have the blog back online after temporary server ‘downage’ – I have used the opportunity to post some topical material.)
Simon Castell, who runs East Park Communications, publishes an extensive range of Local Law Society magazines. They are interesting, a good read and a good way of keeping up to date with your local Law Society. Biblio is a new magazine produced by East Park Communications. You may read it online here.
This is not just worrying, it is absurd. Marvellous ‘understatement’ from The Independent.