Spotted, flying goats over London

A concerned reader has recently been enquiring after my health after I wrote  about being struck by a goat in Bishop’s Square in Spitalfields – Sheep from goats, Smart e-Discovery blog, 4th Aug, 2011.

This sort of loose language is of course entirely unacceptable and I apologise for causing concern to my reader and can assure anybody I am fit and well and not in any way suffering from a compressed spine as a result of my encounter with said goat.

If I cannot get away with being struck by an object, whether inanimate or animate, I can try and be engaged, amused, entertained, astonished etc.

Having indulged my penchant for ancient legislation in an earlier post this month, I want to mention an Edwardian Act of Parliament which celebrates its centenary this year. Before alert readers point out that by 1911, King Edward had already died, I want to make it clear that the whole period from the turn of the twentieth century to the outbreak of the First World War in 1914 is often referred to as the Edwardian period despite the King’s death in 1910 and the fact the Queen Victoria did not die until 1901!

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The wrath of grapes

Is there such a thing as a cure for hangovers? Or is the idea that a remedy exists merely a cruel joke perpetrated on the vast majority of us who occasionally drink too much? I am not talking about the obscene binge drinkers who are so incapable after the intake of alcohol that only intervention by the authorities or kind hearted volunteers prevents them from being bullied, beaten up, raped, robbed or even murdered on our streets because they are completely unable to look out for themselves.

No, I am talking about the rest of us who enjoy a drink from time to time and sometimes (and only sometimes!) wake up feeling a little under the weather after a night of unsatisfactory sleep.

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Short trip to Fairyland

Just to prove that doing business with Millnet isn’t all graft and gigabytes, we sent our roving reporter Bridie Sheldon on an entertaining ladies-only evening. Here’s her report on the proceedings.
 

Imagine seventy ladies all dressed as fairies floating around the glamorous venue of Vanilla, aka Fairyland!  Sadly, our guests were not dressed as fairies as the majority of our ladies came straight from work…

This unique event was held at the vibrant yet intimate and luxurious West End Vanilla bar where Cheryl Cole celebrated her last birthday! For those men who were not allowed and everyone else who couldn’t make it I will describe why it felt like Fairyland… As you enter through the small understated entrance and walk down the stairs you become absorbed by the warm blue and pink lighting against the smooth white flooring, reminding you of a land far away where beautiful draping chandeliers are part of everyday life. You then know you are in for a night of sophisticated fun hosted by the Millnet Girls, who were dubbed later on as the Millnet Fairies – “we love it when we get the okay to send work to Millnet. When we come to the office in the morning its like the Millnet Fairy has come!”

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A theory of relativity

A THEORY OF RELATIVITY or M=e-D 2

Magpies and squirrels are renowned for collecting stuff and humans are not bad at it either. Clearing out old papers recently I came across an article published in The Times (sadly no longer available unless you pay to view the website!) on December 31st 1999.

Bear with me because this is extraordinary! Written by Simon Jenkins for the Eve of the Millenium over ten years ago, the article was entitled “Oliver the Timelord” (An extraordinary memory reminds us of the ambiguities of time).

It starts with a man he knew being addressed, as a child, on the subject of Oliver Cromwell. The speaker was a lady of 91 who told him sternly never to speak ill of the man: She went on:

“My husband’s first wife’s first husband knew Oliver Cromwell—and liked him well.”

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April Fowl

It may be this continuing chill frosting up my antennae but I have been a little late and somewhat inaccurate with my April Fool detection this year..

The origin of All Fool’s Day goes back to the late 16th century and the introduction of the Gregorian calendar in France under the reign of Charles 1X.  I am not entirely convinced that all the hoaxes and pranks associated with that day can be explained by the fact that people were slow to catch on to the fact that the start of the year had been moved from the end of March to January 1st, and continued to celebrate New Year in April, resulting in the rest of the population calling them April Fools.

Nonetheless the practice of making jokes at the expense of others on April 1st has a wide currency even today in countries as varied as India, Scotland and Italy.

It was, therefore, understandable that I should have been fooled into thinking that recent reports that Easter eggs at Eversheds had fallen fowl (sorry!) of the firm’s equality and diversity policy were part of some seasonal spoof.

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The General Election, nuclear explosions, the Locrians and the value of plain speaking

In the run up to the General Election, there has been a dramatic increase in the amount of policy initiatives aimed at various sections of the electorate. Not altogether surprising when you think that we are approaching the time when, once in each five year period, the people we elect to govern us have to consult us.

We will have to get used to any number of Gordons, Daves and Nicks telling us how they will make it better for us in the next 5 years if we will only mark our cross against their name or symbol. Some of you may also have seen or heard about the recent debate between Alastair, Vince and George and there will be more of those in the next few weeks as the battle hots up to a sterile debate about the economy, who was right about the response to the worst recession in living memory and who has the right (or indeed any) prescription for the country’s ills.

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Fantastic voyage of e-discovery

The world of e-discovery is full of surprises. After leaving private practice I never dreamed that I would be transported to the snowy steppes of Russia. This is a bit of an exaggeration, I admit, but I found myself recently at a reception in the Reform Club given by the Russo-British Chamber of Commerce. Standing, listening to the short speech given by HRH Prince Michael of Kent, I reflected that 90 years was as yesterday as I observed how extraordinarily like the photographs of Tsar Nicholas 11, his descendant actually is. It was like having a Romanov in the room.

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Mirror, mirror on the wall

5 weeks to go until Christmas!

Having eschewed anything even faintly redolent of Christmas for the last two months since I saw the first Christmas decorations appear, I am bound to concede that with only a few days to go until the start of Advent, I am going to have to start to think about Christmas.

This blog is intended to take a partly serious and partly light hearted look at the world of e-Discovery. We are entering the season of end of year reviews, predictions for the New Year and pantomimes.

Before long, commentators from all walks of life will be filling column inches with clever ideas about 2010 and patting themselves on the back for all the predictions for 2009 they got right while conveniently forgetting the ones they got wrong!

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We happy few, we band of brothers

Every year Millnet throws a party for its staff on October 25th or as near as possible to that date. Apart from being a thank you to the staff for the year’s work, the party commemorates the date Millnet was founded  –  The Feast of Saint Crispin.

I admit to being woefully ignorant about St Crispin. Apart from the speech made by the King in Shakespeare’s play Henry V (Act 4 Scene 3), I knew next to nothing about him.

Apparently he fell foul of the Roman authorities because of his Christian beliefs and was martyred in about AD 286. He was beheaded, but as far as I can tell was spared the more horrible Roman cruelties.

While some have doubted if he actually existed he is the patron saint of cobblers, tanners and leather workers. The latter, according to Wikipedia, include bikers and “others who habitually wear leather”.

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Gone phishin’

It must be that time of year again. Last week, I started receiving a series of emails from HM Revenue and Customs, no less, informing me of Underreported Income.

This email – I received ELEVEN of them in the first day alone,  addressed to differently named people in the company – informs me of the most urgent need to review my tax statement online by logging into the HMRC website. Even the most superficial examination of the link supplied suggests that it would lead the curious clicker to a web site somewhere in Eastern Europe, or the Far East perhaps.

What is wrong with these people? Is there a whole generation of Chinese Schoolboys who think, “I know what I’ll do today, I’ll bombard the entire population of the UK with scam emails, lovingly composed in Pigeon English, just because I can”? After all, they must reason, by now the English who are clearly the most gullible nation on earth, must have had their fill of Urgent Security Notices from banks with whom they have no account; warning them of the dire consequences of not verifying the intimate details of accounts they do not hold by logging into a poorly disguised Czech or Nigerian website?

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