Tulkinghorn: A perfect match

In a press release seen by Tulkinghorn, the US firm trumpets the fact that it will soon become a familiar name to RFC fans. McGuireWoods’ name and logo will be plastered all over the first team’s shirts in a two-year deal covering the 2009-10 and 2010-11 seasons.

Meanwhile, the pitchside signs at the club’s home ground in Richmond will also bear the name McGuireWoods (for fact fans, this firm in London used to be called Grundberg Mocatta Rakison, which simply wouldn’t fit on anyone’s shirt, not even Tulkinghorn’s).  

But is this not yet another sign of England’s heritage falling to the rampaging power of overseas raiders? Think Liverpool and the Tom Hicks-George Gillett combo, Manchester United and the Glazers, and of course Derby County and Andrew Appleby of Detroit-based General Sports and Entertainment. Even the departure of David Beckham was mourned in certain quarters (well, by Mrs Tulkinghorn at least).

But then, suddenly, the mists cleared, the penny dropped and the lights went on. The sole reason for McGuireWoods’ sponsorship of RFC is that the firm’s headquarters is in Richmond – only the one in Virginia, not West London.

“It’s a natural fit, principally because Richmond-upon-Thames is twinned with its namesake in Richmond, Virginia, where our firm’s American headquarters are,” explains Robert Rakison, a McGuireWoods London partner and former RFC chairman.

Tulkinghorn is eagerly awaiting more of these deals and would welcome suggestions for candidates from his dear readers.

Paradise cost

It’s been a while since Tulkinghorn has been on a nightbus. Alright, ­Tulkinghorn has never been on a nightbus. (For non-London-dwelling readers, once the ­Underground goes to
sleep around the witching hour it is replaced by a fleet of magical, large, red, double-decker buses that travel, it should be pointed out, through the night. They are usually the ­preserve of the raggedy student, the ­inebriated lover and, on the upper deck, the deranged and violent ­psychopath).

If one bears the above in mind, it will be understood that it was with some ­surprise that Tulkinghorn learnt the other day that impossibly glam Nabarro managing partner Nicky Paradise found ­herself attempting to board such a vehicle late one night (or perhaps, more accurately, early one morning).

It transpires that ­Paradise was (how to phrase it?) financially ­embarrassed. To be ­specific, she was only ­holding folding and was lacking the requisite coinage for her fare. The bus
driver was not happy.

And who should come to Paradise’s rescue? An Irish chap who, it’s fair to say, had had more than his fair share of the good stuff, offered to pay her fare. Cost-cutting gone mad.

Brewer’s coup

Perhaps Paradise’s white knight had been drinking Tennents, the alkie’s lager of choice.

If so then he’d have ­reason to be on good terms with LG partner Paul Walker, who recently advised C&C Group on its acquisition of the top-strength lager brand from Anheuser-Busch InBev.

Tennents, Tulkinghorn understands, is the ­primary sponsor of ­something called ‘T In The Park’, a veritable drench-fest where the clientele enjoy nothing more than relocating their quality thirst-quencher in a ­horizontal direction by the means of a full-on lob.

“I’m looking forward to my free tickets,” said a hopeful, and currently still-dry, Walker.