Tulkinghorn and all of his male scribes are gearing up to grow moustaches for Movember, a charity scheme set up for everyday people to become 1970s legends and raise some money for prostate cancer in the process.
Tulkinghorn encourages everyone else capable of growing a moustache in the legal world, both male and female, to do the same – if only to make the members of Team Tulkinghorn feel better about underlining their noses and parading around the City looking like wannabe porn stars.
For more on Team Tulkinghorn’s Movemeber entry including moustache manifestoes from all four challengers, click here.
But Team Tulkinghorn aren’t the only ones with facial hair. Tulkinghorn has found he can tell someone’s profession just from their appearance.
Lawyers like details and wear proper shirts with cufflinks. Freewheeling journalists, on the other hand, pride themselves on not having to wear a tie.
But the most easy to spot are recruitment consultants, who engender trust and respect through the careful cultivation of goatees.
One of Tulkinghorn’s scribes did a quick survey of the rec cons featured in the pages of this very magazine, finding that four out of 13 male consultants – around one-third – sported beards of one type or another.
As such Tulkinghorn has put together the very first ‘Gallery of Bearded Recruitment Consultants’ as a guide for readers to identify their agents. From top to bottom: Mark Brandon at First Counsel, Iain Rainey at GRLaw and Liam Taaffe at GRLaw.
Tulkinghorn understands that you don’t have to have a beard to work
as a rec con, but it certainly helps.
Caught in the act
This bit of gossip is for the associates who work with Nigel Edwards, a partner at Lewis Silkin.
Maybe they noticed that Edwards was looking a bit haggard and beaten last Monday (27 October). One of Tulkinghorn’s scribes has heard that Edwards attended a gig over that weekend at a pub in London’s Kentish Town, seeing a band called Mass Data Storage.
According to a mole at the scene, the highlight of the evening came when Edwards attempted a stage dive. Unfortunately the pub had no stage, so the ever-resourceful Edwards found a chair, gathered some friends underneath it and then jumped off.
Tulkinghorn’s mole does not mention whether or not the falling Edwards was, indeed, caught.
’Twas Schilling, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. No, don’t worry, Tulkinghorn hasn’t lost his marbles. He is merely describing Keith Schilling’s (above, left) exclusive bash for alumni of media legend Oscar Beuselinck’s old firm Wright Webb Syrett. The media world’s finest turned out for the Groucho Club event that included High Court judge Mr Justice Gray.
Tulkinghorn’s scribe in attendance was particularly surprised to see mortal enemies Schilling and Daily Mail and General Trust general counsel Harvey Kass (above, right) chewing the fat. Schilling, on behalf of celebrity clients, and Kass, on behalf of newspapers, have gone head-to-head more times than Superman and Lex Luther, and both trained together at Wright Webb.
This photo captures the moment when the unstoppable force and the immovable object collided over glasses of champagne. Tulkinghorn would like to know what you, the reader, think they said to each other.