The blogger, the barrister, about
The Court radiator is stuck. I’m sweating in my wig. I’ve caught my third reserve gown on another piece of Court furniture. My client has come back from lunch drunk. The Judge is scowling at me. I finish work. I microwave a Tesco finest. I work out how much the Government owes me in fees. I work out how much I owe the Government in various taxes. On Friday night I drink with my mates who work in the city, they earn double than me, but I try to be double as interesting.
I am the guy who represents your friends or family when they’re accused of an offence. I am the guy who takes the police to Court when they do wrong. I am the guy who challenges the prisons on behalf of the inmates. More recently, I am the guy who tries to stop you going to another country to be tried.