Never let it be said that the dudes at Slaughter and May don’t know how to show you a good time.
Those crazy cats once took some chums from De Brauw Blackstone for a fun day out at… Kensal Rise Cemetery. The windy plot is, of course, where William Slaughter is buried and is just round the corner from one of Tulkinghorn’s favourite public houses, Paradise, which as you surely know takes its name from the last line of the poem The Rolling English Road by GK Chesterton).
Next year Tulkinghorn heard Hengeler is going to be treated to the London Dungeon.
On his last day in court appearing for Roman Abramovich, Supreme Court Justice Sumption, as he is now known, was handed a gift by Boris Berezovsky, the oligarch suing his client.
Theirs had been a bruising exchange, with Sumption revealing that two witnesses stood to receive 1 per cent of any damages awarded to Berezovsky.
Yet Berezovsky clearly has a grudging respect for his opponent and presented him with volumes one to three of his book, The Art of the Impossible. How very apt.
Congratulations to Fountain Court’s Deepak Nambisan on his spectacular home – a very flash work of art that features regularly
in glossy magazines.
Every house has its faults, however, and unfortunately Nambisan’s chose to display these when he invited movie mogul acquaintances Martin Scorsese
and Tim Burton to enjoy his home cinema. The film they wanted to see had failed to record, leaving the 60-strong audience plus VIPs watching a children’sTV show instead.
Last week’s feature about DLA Piper omitted one key detail – Tony Angel may be all guns blazing to transform the gargantuan legal services provider, but he forgot to mention this to his wife Ruth. In fact, Ruth was all guns blazing for a post-Mr A retirement trip to India.
Word is that the flexibly minded Mr A will now ensure the jaunt goes ahead, giving DLA insiders some breathing space before the axe – presumably – starts falling. After all, a promise is a promise.
In case you’ve been sleeping through these hard times, this month sees the 200th anniversary of the birth of Charles Dickens, and Tulkinghorn was delighted to note that Farrer & Co – always something of an old curiosity shop – marked the occasion. “Why?” you ask. Because Farrers used to be Dickens’ lawyers. In fact, it has a framed letter from Chuck in its reception. Apparently it brightens the place up and stops it being such a bleak house.