Tenancy in a proper barristers’ chambers. You need never worry again.’ My mother was congratulating me yet again as we had breakfast together this morning. Ha. If she’d been aware of even a small part of what really went on in the last twelve months she’d have known that only half of what she said was actually true. As well as double-crossing my first pupilmaster, who was eventually struck off, I also had a hand in scuppering many of the pupils who were competing with me for that prized tenancy. I stood by as Worrier was encouraged to bring a trumped-up sex discrimination claim. I made it appear that BusyBody had posted a damaging recording of HeadofChambers online. ThirdSix had his court papers swapped at the last minute. Oh, and then there was also the small matter of blackmailing my rival TopFirst, after he’d fallen for a honeytrap called Ginny. But as TopFirst said last Friday when he started to put the pieces of the jigsaw together: ‘I just want you to know that I know.
