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Go back whence you came, and take the [[legal opinion]] you got from the [[council]] with you. Somewhere, in a comfortable house in the suburbs, [[Noel Edmonds]] is silently shaking his head. At ''you''. | Go back whence you came, and take the [[legal opinion]] you got from the [[council]] with you. Somewhere, in a comfortable house in the suburbs, [[Noel Edmonds]] is silently shaking his head. At ''you''. | ||
{{box|Once upon a time a [[Amwell J|young, uncynical clerk]]<ref>Names have been changed to protect my identity. </ref><ref>Foregoing witticism (c) 1995 David Frame.</ref> was working on a [[credit-linked note]] one Friday evening, due to close on Monday. Earlier in the day he had sent out his final draft, by [[fax]], and having completed the [[closing agenda]], was putting on his blazer and collecting his umbrella from the corner of the room when the telephone rang. | |||
There | There was a moment — all young attorneys have it — where he considered walking away and letting the phone ring, but ''this is not in a [[Mediocre lawyer|lawyer]]’s [[it is not in my nature|nature]]''. Our young fellow puts down his brolly and picks up the phone. It is a partner, now retired, from Stephenson Harwood, now dissolved, but not, even then, known for their derivatives practice. | ||
Nonetheless this fellow announces he has been instructed by the client to review the legal documents. He wonders if he could have a couple of minutes to run through a few quick questions. | Nonetheless this fellow announces he has been instructed by the client to review the legal documents. He wonders if he could have a couple of minutes to run through a few quick questions. | ||
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“Now, the first thing: this [[Sw-æp]] agreement.” | “Now, the first thing: this [[Sw-æp]] agreement.” | ||
Our man resignedly takes his seat. It | Our man resignedly takes his seat. It will be a long night. | ||
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{{seealso}} | {{seealso}} | ||
Revision as of 10:45, 5 September 2017
Oh dear.
Go back whence you came, and take the legal opinion you got from the council with you. Somewhere, in a comfortable house in the suburbs, Noel Edmonds is silently shaking his head. At you.
- Once upon a time a young, uncynical clerk[1][2] was working on a credit-linked note one Friday evening, due to close on Monday. Earlier in the day he had sent out his final draft, by fax, and having completed the closing agenda, was putting on his blazer and collecting his umbrella from the corner of the room when the telephone rang.
There was a moment — all young attorneys have it — where he considered walking away and letting the phone ring, but this is not in a lawyer’s nature. Our young fellow puts down his brolly and picks up the phone. It is a partner, now retired, from Stephenson Harwood, now dissolved, but not, even then, known for their derivatives practice.
Nonetheless this fellow announces he has been instructed by the client to review the legal documents. He wonders if he could have a couple of minutes to run through a few quick questions.
“By all means,” our young attorney replies .
“Now, the first thing: this Sw-æp agreement.”
Our man resignedly takes his seat. It will be a long night.