Well, here’s a thing: today we were listening to the urbane Damian Greenish, veteran landlord and tenant solicitor, chair the conference of the Association of Leasehold Enfranchisement Practitioners.
A very good job he did too, politely introducing the Law Commissioner Professor Nick Hopkins, barrister Mark Loveday and other luminaries of the landlord and tenant world.
We joshed him a bit, as is fair do’s (and is reciprocated).
While second to none in his enthusiasm for leasehold reform, needless to say, this is the third time he has had to gird his loins and do what he can to nobble any effort to make it serious – even though he retired from the Sloane Square practice he founded last year.
Like an old retainer from a Dickensian novel, Mr Greenish has come forth from his rest in the shires to do a final service for the Cadogan Estate, the aristocratic lord of the manor of Chelsea and Kensington that he has served so assiduously for his entire professional life.
A final tug on the forelock, before life’s lease finally runs down.
But what’s this?
In the Evening Standard on the way home from ALEP, one reads of a manager at Pemberton Greenish getting excessively refreshed in a pub and apparently calling “a fellow pub customer a c***”.
Nothing remarkable about that, even in Chelsea, of course, … except the customer turned out to be a not inconsequential employee of the aristocratic Cadogan Estate, which happens to be the firm’s principal client!
Apparently a fight had broken out in the pub, unforgivable words were uttered and the Pemberton Greenish solicitor has been sacked.
Which seems a bit harsh, all things considered. Compared with some leasehold miseries, that is.