Tulkinghorn: Post-it office

At the bar, the years can go by in the blink of an eye, especially if you’re a clerk running around after the trade unionist’s silk of choice, John Hendy QC.

In fact, the years have been kind to Old Square’s senior clerk Will Meade, very much unlike his colleagues, who recently organised celebrations for his 40th birthday for the second consecutive year – despite Meade being only 37.

Last year, the Old Square clerks blocked access to his office by filling it with balloons. This year they decided to go the extra mile, laboriously sticking hundreds of post-it notes over his glass office walls, as seen in the photo (left).

While it might have been frustrating for Mr Meade to remove all those pesky Post-its, colleagues said it was nothing to get in a flap about.


Coy story

Last week, the legal world watched on in horrified fascination as the Dewey meltdown continued, with partners exiting left, right and centre prior to popping up again all over the shop.

Akin Gump was a beneficiary, as was Morgan Lewis, which hired nine Dewey partners including Russia stars Brian Zimbler and Jonathan Hines Akin’s press release did what press releases are supposed to do and helpfully supplied a number of useful facts, announcing “… the appointment of three energy transactions partners to the firm”, and continuing: “They join Akin Gump from Dewey & LeBoeuf.”

Not so Morgan Lewis. The firm’s press release made no mention of Dewey whatsoever, hilariously referring only to “the firm” from which the new hires had come.

That was until The Lawyer sprang into action and noted the firm’s reticence in an article headed ‘Morgan Lewis strangely shy about Dewey hires’.

Less than an hour later the following message popped into Tulkinghorn’s in-box: “Your current headline notwithstanding, in light of this morning’s official press release, thought the numbers/ names summary below might be helpful.” It’s the power of the press.


Wandering star

By now, readers should know to watch out because Tulkinghorn has spies everywhere. But no one seems to have told Jonathan Sumption.

Last Saturday night one of Tulkinghorn’s spies was at London Bridge underground station when none other than the legendary lawyer, clad in slightly scruffy beige trousers and clutching a copy of the Financial Times, boarded the train.

“Where are we going?” the Supreme Court judge asked a fragrant lady next to him who was clearly Mrs S. “Euston, darling,” she replied, helpfully.

Even the mighty Sumption needs assistance sometimes.