Spent the better part of yesterevening at Freshfields Bruchkhaus Derigner mingling and chit chatting with partners and lawyers. Had a nice time, because the hor d'eavues were yummy. And their orange juice was Tropicana and not that mediocre Mr. Juicy stuff.
I also got a nice pen that says FBD on it.
One of the partners told everyone about how he once lent Richard Branson a pound to go on the underground, and he never paid him back.
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