“I say CaseLoad,” guffawed Our Man At The Bar, straining to reach the jug in his too-wee, made-in-Taiwan-for-pygmies Kevlar body armour stab drawers (dodgy place the Ladies and Escorts Lounge on a steamy Thursday afternoon). “Looks to me as if an unhappy Barry Colman, 59, has thrown in the towel on the behemothic clash between the True CaseLoad and frail imitators. Looking over someone’s shoulder the other day I couldn’t help but notice Good Old Bazza’s pulled his version of CaseLoad out of the National Business Review and replaced it with something called Brief Case, whatever that’s about. Didn’t he threaten a lawyers’ picnic to have you closed down? Pulled out of that pretty damn quick, didn’t he? Got him to dig a bit deeper and give you a handsome payout after disposing of you last April? Not yet? So mediation failed in December? Stingey offer? Can’t talk about it? Ok, I guess we’ll have to wait until the whole sordid tale unfolds publicly in the Employment Authority some day soon. Pity though. Can’t help thinking Bazza would prefer to do the decent thing before it got to that, eh? Anyway, ye wee scunner, book a couple of seats for me and the camera.” Watch this space