Scanned

I now have CT scans about every six months to see if there are any signs of the cancer returning. These are at The Royal Marsden Hospital and I do my usual walk from the tube station listening… Read More

Hospital Again And Again

Appointments at The Royal Marsden Hospital alternate between Dr Gavaghan and Mr Harker, and extend from a monthly basis to every six weeks, then to two months and eventually four-month intervals. I go to each appointment with an… Read More

Attempting Normality

I hear a familiar voice through the haze. It’s Michelle and she has a hand on my shoulder and says it’s time to get ready to go to The Royal Marsden Hospital. My latest appointment is the monthly… Read More

Starting Over

After a month off work, I stepped into the central London offices of StockThorn. The lawyers there seemed to lack sociopathic tendencies so I hoped it would be a better place to work. I settled into this firm… Read More

The Voice Of Reason

During the continued late nights in the deserted office and the early morning taxis home through the near empty, shadowy streets of London, I formed a plan. I ran it by my wife, Michelle, for a sense check…. Read More

Binned

I was told to prepare a talk for some clients and set to work on the presentation slides. Swithers reviewed my work and, without any acknowledgement, used it verbatim to give his presentation. I was allowed to sit… Read More

Too Much Pressure

Swithers handed me a transactional contract to draft from a term sheet on a Monday morning and ordered it to be completed and on his desk by midday Thursday at the latest. I placed it on his desk… Read More

Collateral Damage

My cards were well and truly marked at Jemunt. I was given a few matters, did the work quick and it languished on the partners’ desks while I had nothing to do. For a whole week, I billed… Read More

This Is Not Business As Usual

The market was booming and I interviewed with three law firms. Even after I accepted an offer, a ‘magic circle’ law firm in the City offered an interview. I declined, but a partner insisted I meet him for… Read More

A Different Direction

One trading desk took me to New York. I’d never flown business class before and it was a pleasure, except for having to do some work on the flight as it seemed to be expected by the trader…. Read More