At first, GDL student Anastasia Steal doubts the wisdom of Christopher Grey QC's insistence that she complete her mini-pupillage with him on a Sunday, but pretty soon she finds herself having the best day of her life.
As I walked through Gray’s Inn, I caught my reflection in a puddle that had gathered from last night’s storm. God I looked so tired, so mousy, so...grey. "He’s so out of my league," I whispered to myself as I arrived outside the splendid Georgian exterior of Gray’s Inn Chambers.
"You’re late," came a voice from behind me I knew all too well already, its velvety tones echoing around Gray’s Inn.
"But it’s 8.55, you said 9am," I responded, my voice quivering.
"Exactly," said Mr Gray, a trace of what seemed like a smile forming momentarily on his lips – oh those lips! – before vanishing again.
There was a pause as we looked at each for a fraction of a second too long. Then Mr Grey spoke again:
"There's been a slight issue with the entry code to chambers. This being Sunday, it seems I'm unable to gain access. But no matter. I shall take you on a tour of the Inns of Court instead, while relaying to you my professional successes that have taken me this far. Do you have a pen and paper with which to take notes?"
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GDL student Anastasia Steal bumps into Christopher Grey QC, head of Gray's Inn Chambers, in the most unlikely of locations
Every hour I checked my email, but each time I was disappointed. A week after that incredible morning when I interviewed Mr Grey for Lawyer2B, and still no confirmation of the mini-pupillage he had offered me.
He had offered it to me, hadn’t he? Could I have been dreaming? Had Mr Grey’s impeccable aura somehow combined with the magnificence of the watercolours in Gray’s Inn Chambers to make me imagine it all?
"Ana, we’re running low on those small screw hinges in aisle ten. Could you go and get some more out of the back?"
"Sure, Dave," I responded, looking up at the ruddy face of my supervisor at the New Cross branch of B&Q, where I work on Saturdays. A more different creature to Mr Grey it was impossible to imagine.
As I made my way to the back of the store, I couldn’t help but notice the eye-catching figure of an extremely well proportioned man with his back to me clad in figure-hugging jeans and a sweater that appeared to be made of the very finest of cashmere. The man’s hair was copper and tousled. It couldn’t be...
Hugh Wotherspoon, the solicitor found guilty last month of groping a woman on the Edinburgh-London National Express, has been placed on the sex offenders’ register for five years.
The 54 year-old married father of two, who quit his job at City IP boutique Ladas & Parry following his conviction, has also been handed a three-year probation supervision order, instructed to attend a sexual behaviour programme, and made to pay a £2,500 fine, plus £1,000 compensation to his victim.
Speaking at Wotherspoon’s sentencing on Friday, his barrister, Madeleine Wolfe, suggested that the Surrey-based solicitor could face the further sanction of being struck off from the roll.
GDL student Anastasia Steal relives the extraordinary day she met Christopher Grey QC, head of Gray's Inn Chambers
As I approached Mr Grey's chambers, I tried to pull myself together. But it was no use.
I shouldn’t even have been here. My GDL course-mate, who writes a blog for Lawyer2B, was ill with a fever, and I said I’d step in to help out with her latest piece – an interview with Christopher Grey QC, one of the country’s most famous barristers. Why was I so nervous?
Entering Gray's Inn Chambers, I was struck by the beautiful furnishings of the interior, the wallpaper’s Laura Ashley pattern blazing a mark on my soul that immediately etched into a permanent scar as the view from the far window caught my gaze. “What gardens!” I sighed to myself.
Then I spotted the watercolours – a series of glorious depictions of Gray’s Inn gardens through the seasons.
“The winter scene is my favourite,” said a husky baritone that came from behind me. Startled, I spun around.
There was a time, before the financial crisis struck, when City lawyers travelled by plane. Alas, it is no longer. Nowadays, they take the National Express – a fact evidenced by the strange, strange case of Ladas & Parry solicitor Hugh Wotherspoon...
In the good old days, sleeping with a lecturer was sufficient to get your grades bumped up to a first or distinction.
But in these tough economic times, it seems that mere sex is no longer enough.
According to court documents, National University of Singapore law student Ko Wen Hui, 23, not only had to have sex with her lecturer, Tey Tsun Hang (the pair are pictured left), in order to improve her grades, but gift the 41-year old:
a Mont Blanc pen,
two tailor-made shirts, and
Below is some video coverage on the case from the Straits Times:
There are some gems contained within this memo by Lupton Fawcett lawyer Angela Gorton on how employers can handle the fall-out from publishing sensation Fifty Shades of Grey.
'Mommy porn' book clubs are OK as "no-one intends to gag (no pun intended) employees from reading books of their choice," explains Gorton.
But while talking about the contents of a book is one thing, "listening to verbal re-enactments is another!"
The employment specialist continues: "A quiet word may be sufficient to douse the flames of the over eager and enthusiastic. Should the comments continue, disciplinary action may be necessary."
However, Gorton – who admits in her online bio that she "tries most things once" – saves the best of her advice for those "who prefer the less 'vanilla' side of events"...
"Being a summer intern at a law firm is an exercise in gluttony and high-functioning alcoholism," begins the diary of a vac-schemer that was published on a New York blog over the weekend.
In the case of the diary's 26-year old lesbian author, that gluttony and high-functioning alcoholism comes with a lot of sex. She continues:
"9:25 p.m. I am on top of her on my couch. I throw her gauzy top on the floor. I make a path with my mouth down her neck and chest. She has great breasts."
Then things really hot up...
Doubtless marriage to a celebrity has its charms. On hanging out with wife Mariella Frostrup’s famous pals, McCue & Partners senior partner Jason McCue once told The Sunday Times (£): "Gordon [Brown] doesn’t call me on my mobile. He’s not a friend like George [Clooney]. George calls me on my mobile."
But there are downsides, too – especially when your celebrity wife writes a weekly relationship advice column in The Observer which she enjoys embroidering with hilarious anecdotes about you.
Having previously chastised McCue for, amongst other things, mislaying his keys and writing his name on the power chord of his iPad "to prevent me from 'stealing it and losing it'", this week Frostrup upped the ante.