Tulkinghorn: Move over Don, there are new suits in town

Back in July you may recall that Kennedys marked the opening of its Sheffield office by producing a thrilling music video of its lawyers miming – yet still somehow managing to massacre – Queen’s classic hit Don’t Stop Me Now.

The production must have hit a nerve with deputy prime minister Nick Clegg, who, ­Tulkinghorn thinks, c­ould claim the song as his theme tune after unexpectedly landing a top job in government this year.

Clegg showed up to help Kennedys celebrate its Sheffield office launch. Shame he wasn’t able to pop over to help the firm cut the ribbon at its new US office.

Perhaps TV legend Don Johnson, supercool pastel suit-wearing hero of the fantastic Miami Vice will drop by?

High powered

So dull was the senior ­partner election process at Freshfields that ­Tulkinghorn’s diligent scribe almost fell asleep completing this sent…

Will Lawes emerged ­triumphant after the least competitive scrap since the Harlem Globetrotters indulged in a little hoop-bashing, taking on the Seven Dwarves.

And speaking of the fine sport of basketball, it transpires that Freshfields’ Cologne tax guru Stephan Eilers – who would have been managing partner under Ted Burke but is instead the firm’s new executive partner – could probably turn out for them if he wanted.

Eilers, by all accounts, stands at a gigantic 6ft 8ins tall in his stockinged feet.

A quick flick through last week’s The Lawyer reveals the new ­management trio in all their glory (see picture), but why is Burke so lop-sided? Is it because he’s balanced ­precariously atop a stepladder behind his new best buddies?

Star’s out in New York

Mean Streets. Pulp Fiction. Bad Lieutenant. Do these words mean anything to you? If so, the chances are you’re either Harvey Keitel, the star of those seminal movies, or Fladgate senior partner Paul Leese.

‘Why Leese?’ you ask. A reasonable enough question. The answer is that long, long ago in a country far, far away – well, about 3,000 miles anyway – Leese was sitting in New York’s Mercer Hotel when he watched Keitel being ejected for the crime of not being a resident.

“He didn’t look delighted,” recalls Leese, “But to his credit, at least he didn’t try the ’Don’t you know who I am?’ line.”

Even star power clearly has its limits.