The adventures of wiggy
December 12, 2007 by Ruthie
Following Ruthie’s plea for a wig, VM duly dispatched her spare, freshly powdered, via Royal Mail to Ruthie’s ‘umble garret. When wiggy hadn’t arrived two days later Ruthie made some enquiries only to discover that the powder had sent Royal Mail into terrorist alert, and wiggy had been subject to a controlled explosion as a suspect package. Fortunately the tin in which wiggy lives was designed by Ede and Ravencroft in 1642 during the civil war to withstand attacks by the Roundheads, or indeed be converted, in the event of an emergency into an incendiary device. So wiggy survived, remarkably unscathed, if a little singed about the edges.
N.B All those persons (you know who you are) concerned that the wearing of wigs by solicitor-advocates will render us indistinguishable from barristers, will be reassured to know that recent practice guidance requires solicitor-advocates wearing wigs to also prominently display “L” plates on the back of their gowns. Grr.
Never mind the ‘L’ plates, is ABS mandatory too? I’d hate to see you skid into the judge after a rainy metaphor. By which I mean I’d laugh.