This lawyer's life: sometimes a barrister, always a Lady

I was once offered a title. That's right this column could have been brought to you by Baroness Rehna.

Instead of jumping at the chance of some posh stationery however I asked why. Why me?

'Well' said the voice on the other end of the line. Uncomfortable clearing of throat. 'Well.'

Well the answer was that the outgoing government wanted more honours to go to um  people like me.

Ah! 'People like me.'

To paraphrase Groucho Marx I've never much cared to join clubs that only wanted people like me because I was well people like me.

I politely declined my posh stationery.

When I first considered a career at the Bar I read a book called A guide to the law   a slim volume full of advice for aspiring lawyers. In an early chapter the book informed me that it's hard to become a barrister period. That it's harder still if you're female and even more so if you're non white.

To paraphrase Meatloaf; in my case therefore being  two out of the three was pretty bad.

But hey look at me...

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