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Posted 26/10/2007 by The Daily Diary
Laughing at the music taste of lawyers is about as productive as criticising a badger for its sketchy knowledge of 18th century ecclesiastical stained glass or shooting blind, paralysed fish in a particularly restrictive barrel – anyone can do it, but what’s really the point?
One international in-houser recently had The Diary dashing its iPod in despair, so low had she sunk into cultural oblivion. The lawyer – now a top general counsel – confessed last week to being the former president of the national Cliff Richard fan club in the country where she grew up (not the UK, for the record).
When she made the move to England, considerate friends soon warned the GC that her love of the God-bothering crooner was unlikely to impress prospective employers – with the result that the Cliff-based credentials were removed from her CV quicker than you can say Summer Holiday.