You wouldn't want him vetting texts for libel, or drafting your will. You certainly wouldn't want to find him near a courtroom. Pale and tongue-tied, with a precariously knotted bow tie and a perpetually breathless air, the junior solicitor Tristram Watson seems an unlikely candidate for a law career. You'd be more likely to get a coherent legal opinion from a marshmallow with a stutter. Read full article >>
SOURCE: Washington Post at 06:14PM on September 12, 2012