“I say, CaseLoad, ye treacherous wee scunner,” wheezed Our Man At The Bar, fresh from a bloody joust at the Assizes. “You didn’t waste any time sookin’ up to distinguished briefs down The Lane the other day…Belay me, man, they’d barely loosened their breeks before you attached your leech-like self to their hip pockets. Jolly good to see Senior Counsel Graeme “Pinky” Little setting up shop in Waterloo Guadrant again. Here for good is he? Pinky’s been over the water in Sydney for twenty-odd years sorting them out on some handy wallet-squeezing personal injury and insurance cases…Did a spell on the New South Wales Dust Disease Tribunal, didn’t he? Not much call for that sort of thing around here now, what with ACC and all…Still, there’s always good old fashioned honest, think on the hoof, caution to the wind, crime…Charley Cato’s always good for a laugh too, not that you’d notice, with your eyes never far from the loose change… Charles’ still waiting for word from the Privy Council on who was running what and not paying on Pitcairn, I see? Noticed an ugly bash on Pinky’s bonce, CaseLoad…bitten by a playful tractor down on the farm, was he? Filled your boots, no doubt…Made an ass of yerself on the boat home again? Dropping bairns ower the side? Slurping Surfdale Sally’s in The Waihitian?  Seriously though, old stoat, good to see the crime bar get a bit of a leg up, especially as Harder’s in Coventry for a decade or two…And I see yer other chum Eb Leary is hoping for a comeback soon…Dammit man, can’t ye leave these good folk in peace for once? Stand yer hand, there’s a white man…”