It would be an irony indeed if the current yearning for work/life balance saw ultra-professional City lawyers return to the bygone days of boozy lunches and salacious goings-on behind the photocopier.
A Diary spy recently spent a marathon lunch with one in-house lawyer turning down repeated offers of wine in the interests of professionalism, only to have his warm inner sense of self-satisfaction punctured as he was chided: “You are going to have to drink more than that at lunchtime if you want to make it as a journalist.”
