My Best Man
My best man The Big Lad has had his ticket clipped by the professional beaks for 10 years; a sore one, I'm sure, given the circumstances as reported by Scotland on Sunday, a piece in respect of which he has already felt it necessary to write a letter to the editor (and the nature and tone of some of the comments on the thread beneath the online version both suggest that that newspaper's website might wish to tighten its moderation policies). If readers of Scotland on Sunday are dismayed by the divergence between what its report on his case says and the reporting issues that Big Paul has felt it necessary to highlight, they should take comfort from the knowledge that there will always be two items in that newspaper which will always be correct. The Big Lad and his family should know that whatever the reasons for their tribulations - and the gears which power the meting out of professional discipline to Scottish solicitors have historically ground very slow, in my view often perhaps unnecessarily prolonging the agony - they have always been in our thoughts and prayers, and I hope that the future brings that gentlest of giants and his people all of the happiness and good fortune which, in my mere opinion, they thoroughly deserve. (Coda 11/06/12 - I omitted to mention this last night, but in his communications with 'Scotland on Sunday' Big Paul has included a public apology to his former clients. From the experence of what is now a quarter of a century spent studying, commenting upon and sometimes even practicing the law of Scotland, I cannot recall any other case in which a disciplined Scottish solicitor has done this in a forum other than the Scottish Solicitors' Discipline Tribunal. Although it may have been done in other cases, I cannot recall either having seen or heard of it being done; it may be without precedent, and witnesses more eloquently to the true quality of The Big Lad's character than any words of mine ever could).
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