horrible photos now attached to this profile: see explanation and exculpation below.
now that that's out of the way, I am a 58 year old man re-starting my life after my marriage and career fell over one way or another. Part of the re-starting is recommencing a legal career as a self employed lawyer with all of the terror and all of the freedom that implies.
I think wistfully that I should not have chosen law; journalism or tv production or something along those lines would have been better. I did law because it was philosophically interesting, did a number of legally related jobs and now bang! just when everyone else is retiring or dieing here I am starting again. Which is, I have to say, encouraging in a way. It would be terrible to retire.
I find the concept of law, and the rule of law, fascinating and important. By and large I am at best deeply suspicious of lawyers and legal practice generally. I guess it takes one.
Just realised that description needs a bit of surgery. I wasn't always a lawyer; I didn't get to university until my mid 20s, and in addition to student jobs I've been a stationhand, storeperson, truckie, hamburger cook, dishwasher, labourer, seaman, bureaucrat, university lecturer (criminal law, legal ethics and media law), and all the other jackofall jobs. I am grey, balding, and overweight but not spherical.
I am genuinely funny; indeed I have a tendency to blow up conversations by dropping one liners in when they weren't wanted. I am the sort of person who cares about global warming, refugees, and a range of similar matters, and I have acted for refugees and other victims of unfairness.
I am an intellectual snob; I don't suffer fools (including bad spellers). This is a bit silly of me, because intelligence is really a capacity, like the lines on a measuring jug, not a virtue. But there you go.
I like conversation and interaction with other people, and I try to be an entertaining and considerate conversationalist. But I am extremely lonely; changes in career and marriage meant a lot of contacts just sloughed off, and I am not a good networker.
I am, I think, kind and considerate (but he would say that wouldnt he) and I am honest, which again is not so much a virtue as an attribute, albeit a good one.
I am deeply deeply disorganised and I procrastinate and I worry. I am working on ways to fix the first two, and to use the third as a bit of a motor.
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Because of the 'you must have a photo' fascism i have now uploaded two photos: one in my suit and one not. Both are horrible; both reveal that I have a head like a robber's dog or, if you prefer, a head like a boarding house pudding. One looks unbearable smug; the other borderline homicidal. Believe me believe me under that appalling design failure there is quite a nice bloke who would love to get out.
I am sceptical, funny, and called richard