Tulkinghorn: Wigs in space

There’s plenty of talk in law student circles about how to make your application stand out from the crowd. But young would-be lawyers at ­Sunderland University must be pulling ­Tulkinghorn’s leg with its new space law module.

Apparently it is boldly going where no other law facility has gone before and exploring the potential legal implications of outer space.

“If I can raise the money I’ll be able to travel to space, so why not study the legal implications?” says module leader Chris ­Newman.

Hmm, whatever happened to straightforward public law and tort?

Side issues

Let’s face it – we’re all ­overworked even in these largely deal-deprived days.

Even Tulkinghorn has had to curtail some of his ­legendary liquid lunches to traipse back to his office and indulge in tea instead.

So spare a thought for one apparently sleep-deprived magic circle ­corporate partner. When Tulkinghorn’s City spy contacted him for a bit of market goss recently, the rising star told him he was acting for one particular party on a deal, much to the surprise of said spy, as the lawyer’s firm was ­better known for ­representing a different client.

Five minutes later the spy was the recipient of a sheepish email stating that, in fact, he was on the opposite side. The man may be tipped as a star of the future, but he still managed to forget which side of the deal he was on. Impressive.

More Red Bull required.

Straight outta chambers

It was all going down on the street last week, ­Tulkinghorn understands. The Lawyer’s little rap about Bates Wells & Braithwaite ­immigration partner Philip Trott’s ­ability to help high-profile hip hop stars enter the UK has, it seems, caught on.

Not only did business daily City AM pick up on the story, carrying it in its 16 March edition, but Trott himself is quoted in the diary snippet, claiming that his clients think The Lawyer’s rap – penned in his honour – is “hilarious”. Presumably this means it will soon be all around the City.

“They’ve told me I should rap it at Snoop Dogg’s next concert, although I’m not sure he’d be too happy at the thought,” Trott – aka Trott-ski, aka Ice Fee – told the paper.

Tulkinghorn would like to encourage Trott – and indeed any lawyers with a penchant for the limelight – not to be so shy. And in case you missed it, here’s the rap once again in all its glory: “It’s the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin/Yiggy yes y’allin, Bates Wells a-callin.”

Tulkinghorn has no idea what any of this means.

Jury furore

Poor old David Stewart. Olswang’s new CEO has a lot on his plate.

When Stewart kicks off his first term as CEO on 1 May – ­having just ­completed a stint as ­managing partner – he’ll be overseeing a ramping up of the firm’s Reading office, a probable ­expansion of Olswang’s ­international network and a concerted push into squeezing yet more wonga out of its hard-up media and technology clients.

Which makes it all the more irksome that on Stewart’s very first day in his new role he’s been called for jury service.

Oh, the irony.

Dateless blunder

The worst PR in the world? Possibly. Last week ­Tulkinghorn received an email headed ’Divorce Lawyer Reception…

A date for your diary’, ­kindly inviting the great man to a drinks reception for divorce lawyers at the National Portrait Gallery. Sadly, the email was ­lacking a certain ­something. The date.