Hope you all had a Merry Christmas. I was pleased to see before Christmas that Stephen Cobb QC has been made up to a High Court Judge.
I look forward to reading his judgments, which I am expecting to be somewhere between MacFarlane LJ and Munby LJ in style and analysis (so no pressure there).
The promotion of course does remove the one answer that a family lawyer has been able to give with certainty to one legal question over the last few years, as opposed to our traditional humming and hawing, and “it depends”.
When asked “I’ve got a case where I need a silk, who should I go to?” the answer I have given every single time, has been Stephen Cobb, and now I need a new answer to that question.
I am faintly disappointed that I will now never be able to tell my story, which has a festive overtone, of Stephen Cobb, a Guardian and an ill-judged Christmas present. But no doubt imaginations more powerful than mine can invent your own story. (Just so that you know, Mr Cobb was the undoubted good guy in the story)
I’ve drawn sporting parallels before in this blog, and the one that springs to mind for Mr Cobb QC is that if David Gower had married complete application and discipline to his talent, and come to the family bar, he would have been pretty similar to Mr Cobb QC.
One of the only barristers I have ever sat and listened to (in the golden days when lawyers would go to Court with counsel, and I thank my lucky stars that I began my career being exposed to advocacy of a multitude of styles and techniques and had two years of listening to people do it very well before I had to start finding my own way), who even when he was against you and dismembering your case [as he did to me very often], you were a little sad to see him sit back down. You don’t get many barristers who make you think “I wish they’d kept talking a bit longer”, and he was one of them.
[Just so that you all know, I don’t get up to the High Court any more, except when the moon is blue, so this is how I genuinely feel, rather than any favour currying. In fact, it is my general desire and ambition to keep my cases in local Courts where the staff answer the phone, tell you things, don’t ship you to the other end of the country on a day’s notice, and don’t lose every document that ever comes near them, so every High Court case is now a pain in the neck, rather than the exciting ego trip they used to be when I was young and full of enthusiasm]