What a week. I have not been posting because my Chambers has been in the middle of a knockdown dragout, potentially enterprise-destroying battle of such monumental bitterness that grown up (and usually fearsome) QCs have actually been caught weeping. I’ll give over 8 or 9 hours of the weekend to writing about it.
In the meantime this message has two purposes:
(1) To prove I still have a pulse and I remain a blogger; and
(2) To point out that I am flying off to Scotland this afternoon with a view to watching the woman I still love* (and who, conveniently, is also my wife) running in the Edinburgh Marathon (which is like an ordinary marathon except run by scary, skirt-wearing men with no underwear up and down huge hills in skin-blistering temperatures).
If you happen to find that you unaccountably have more disposable income than strictly you should we can help you launder some at P’s Marathon Charity Website.
Moobs Out!
* Despite having organised a two week holiday in the remote reaches of the Scottish Highlands in the middle of the World Cup
