For those poor, miserable souls wot live across the pond, I have to draw your wearied eyeballs to the following fact; when you 'ave read the nub/hub/kernal of this 'ere posting, the scales will fall from your eyes, and the performances, physical and mental, of the legal fraternity will take on a different hue, as you remember their antics in this forum and on previous appearances. So, to the point, barristers when collected together and huddled in their dimly lit alcoves, are said to be 'in chambers,' but all and sundry (what ever happened to her?) refer to them as being part of a 'stable.' (Think stallion; think mare; think dirty thoughts!)
On another tack (puns on agressive behaviour, angels on heads of pins and sailing across the pond, being fully intended) the best description I heard for a collection of barristers (not solicitors) was 'a quarrel of barristers.'
Mr C., are you 'Head of C,' and therefore responsible for the pastoral care of all those unfortunate scribblers and slaves to value added taxations? If this be the case, I can only commend young michael to your better nature and pray give him the wisdom of your years and the back of your hand. The lad needs some slight encouragement and the dextrous use of some brief shuffling will bring him to heel.

A week or two of 'handling' pleas will greatly concentrate his wandering thoughts. He will return eager and ready for the fray, with enough ackers to keep even the meanest bar clerk happy.
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.