In memoriam
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mandragoraJust over a year ago I want to an annual legal shindig, popularly known as the Touts' Ball. Why? Oh, it's all to do with counsel touting for work, of course. On the table next to mine was a young solicitor, who was looking a tad bit harried, as she was trying to attend the shindig and an engagement party and a birthday party, all at the same time.
On 7 July 2005 she was on a tube train that was blown up near Aldgate. She died. Her name was Fiona Stevenson
Last night, the Touts' Ball came round again. Before dinner started a short address was given by the senior partner of the firm Fiona had worked for. I was sitting next to a colleague who at the time worked for the same firm as Fiona. They shared an office. My colleague's hands were clenched tightly together on the table during the address.
It was the only time in the entire evening (including the post dinner speeches) when the room was completely silent, except for the voice of the senior partner of Fiona's firm. During the speech, I glanced up to the top table, to see a solicitor I know who is defending one of the people who is alleged to have perpetrated the terrorist plot on 21 July 2005, when the bombs didn't go off. His client is obviously a different person to those who committed suicide and murder on 7 July 2005. But. I know his feelings about it all. I suspect I know what everyone in that room was feeling last night. But I also know that he will defend his client to the best of his ability, because that's his professional duty. It's what we do, you see, and you have to set personal feelings aside, even when you're mourning the loss of a colleague.
Fiona Stevenson. I wish you were still here.
On 7 July 2005 she was on a tube train that was blown up near Aldgate. She died. Her name was Fiona Stevenson
Last night, the Touts' Ball came round again. Before dinner started a short address was given by the senior partner of the firm Fiona had worked for. I was sitting next to a colleague who at the time worked for the same firm as Fiona. They shared an office. My colleague's hands were clenched tightly together on the table during the address.
It was the only time in the entire evening (including the post dinner speeches) when the room was completely silent, except for the voice of the senior partner of Fiona's firm. During the speech, I glanced up to the top table, to see a solicitor I know who is defending one of the people who is alleged to have perpetrated the terrorist plot on 21 July 2005, when the bombs didn't go off. His client is obviously a different person to those who committed suicide and murder on 7 July 2005. But. I know his feelings about it all. I suspect I know what everyone in that room was feeling last night. But I also know that he will defend his client to the best of his ability, because that's his professional duty. It's what we do, you see, and you have to set personal feelings aside, even when you're mourning the loss of a colleague.
Fiona Stevenson. I wish you were still here.
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Date: 8 July 2006 15:58 (UTC)Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 8 July 2006 16:21 (UTC)