Rate my solicitor

Posted in Old blogger by Twenty Major on September 18th, 2006

All this hoo-ha over ratemysolicitor.com is funny, isn’t it?

These chaps needs to get themselves some balls and a blog. There’s no reason why they shouldn’t be accountable for their work the same as any blogger is accountable for what they write.

I write something here and there’s an open forum for people to agree or disagree, compliment or criticise, lavish praise or call me wicked names. It’s all part of the fun, isn’t it?

You have to be a bit thick skinned about it. Strikes me the solicitors are all mardy cunts at the best of times. The ones that don’t get millions from being involved in pointless tribunals have to deal with the ‘common man’ and they have grown bitter while their colleagues drag out these cases where high profile people pretend they can’t remember all the crooked shit they did.

I once had a solicitor who would never do what I told him. I was involved in a very bad car crash once so I sued the driver of the car who had no peripheral vision because he was Chinese and that was what made him go straight through the green light we had right of way on. I broke my arm so badly it took surgeons 9 months to fix it.

Now, surgeons are proper cunts at the best of times and if this one was a Hanna Barbera cartoon about a bunch of cunts in an alley who lived in bins he’d have been called Top Cunt.

He wrote medical reports, which cost £150 a pop (if I remember correctly), and he would say things like “He is fine”, “He has reasonable mobility in his arm”, “He complains of neck pain but it’s nothing really”.

6 months in a heavy cast does tend to cause problems and to this day I have issues with my shoulders and back. I would say to my solicitor “Look, this bloke is being a cunt. Can you please ask him to amend those reports to clear up the fact that I am not fine, I have a lot of neck pain and THAT I DON’T HAVE ANY MOBILITY AT ALL AS MY FUCKING HUMERUS IS STILL IN TWO PIECES LIKE A BROKEN FUCKING PENCIL!”

He would then write a letter, as if this cunt was some kind of God, kindly requesting him to change the reports, if he wouldn’t mind, because, if it wasn’t too much trouble *doff cap*, it would be good for our case, snivel snivel.

Useless cunt. In the end Jimmy the Bollix paid the surgeon a visit and procured a reasonable and truthful medical report. I did not want to exaggerate, just have him tell the truth. I often wonder who did the surgeon’s own medical report.

Rate my solicitor? He was absolutely rubbish.