My Powdered Wig Fell Off and Other Barristerial Chattels

When NGE was going on about wanting to borrow my robe the other day I figured I would re-visit this post. Yes, he’s also a lawyer previously mentioned here.  An irksome thing about NGE is that he has limited insight into how he looks, anytime, let alone in Court.  I’ve yet to convince him that my gown is too short for him and the shoulder yoke/width is too narrow.  While I’m relatively tall, NGE is…

You Need The Right Lawyer When You Are “Suspended Beneath The Blade Of The Law”

  Having a keen interest in French History, especially the French Revolution, and being a member of the legal profession, I share here a few thoughts on topics that are of genuine interest to me. Of course, it’s but a cursory glance at some of the well known historical figures, men, who were at the disposal of the law at the time, law so rigorous that some had no chance of escaping its long blade.…

An Ex-Pat’s Life Can Be Tricky: The South, Lucinda Williams & Ex-Patriotism

    Over Christmas 2017 my friend Alan’s buddy, from the USA, visited South Australia for a few weeks. A few days before he left to go back to his home in Tennessee, a small group of us met in a little cafe/restaurant in the main street of Burra where we sat at a little table, got some coffee and talked. Burra, not far from Clare and Mintaro, is an old copper mining town, an…

Under the Gumtrees . . . Wine Soup & Honey for an Olde Lawya’s Soul

  This is not the first time I have posted on social media about this spot.  The images are from a few years ago when I was fluffing around out here near the front veranda.  It’s one of my favourite spots, one of those down-home feel-good spaces. My beautiful feliscatus model is our sweet girl, Gracie, a chocolate Burmese (brown point).  It was February at the time, high summer in Australia, when casual eating under…