11 January 2016
Before he was famous, the young David Bowie worked in the heart of legal London in what we would now call “litigation support”.
He did this at Legastat, which was (and still is) at 57 Carey Street, just by Lincoln’s Inn and behind the Royal Courts of Justice.
He was, in effect, a paralegal – bundling, copying, and so on.
One can imagine him looking at a future laid out of a thousand High Court bundles, saying: Sod this, I am off to be Ziggy.
Of course, a co-worker would have then dismissed Bowie’s dream with “there is no future in dressing funny”.
And outside, in their robes and wigs, a judge and barrister would walk past…
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