I just wonder how long Harry Mount has been waiting to put his boot into the Bar. Having a first-class degree from Oxford, membership of the Bullingdon Club and then getting a pupillage in a top class set of chambers, it must have been devastating to his well-nurtured ego to have been turned down for a tenancy.
His piece in this week’s Spectator was a masterpiece of bitterness and bile. It was a travesty of what is really happening.
There are no fat fees at the criminal Bar. Far from spiralling out of control the criminal legal aid budget has been cut by a third from 2006/7 and fees between 46 and 36 per cent, depending on the type of case. And as for the 90 QCs who are millionaires? Don’t look to the criminal bar to find them. They will be the commercial fat cats or government-appointed lawyers.
Look at Leveson. Did the Ministry of Justice object to the mouthwatering fees? Of course not.
Get Britain's best politics newsletters
Register to get The Spectator's insight and opinion straight to your inbox. You can then read two free articles each week.
Already a subscriber? Log in
Comments
Join the debate for just $5 for 3 months
Be part of the conversation with other Spectator readers by getting your first three months for $5.
UNLOCK ACCESS Just $5 for 3 monthsAlready a subscriber? Log in