Chancery Lane is a curious sort of street. A legal ghetto full of fusty barristers’ chambers and a smattering of solicitors’ offices, pursued by purveyors of legal uniforms offering wigs for the former and silk ties for the latter. Time was when there were also quite a few book shops, but the internet waits for no one so these are gradually going to that great big library in the sky.

It is probably a little unfortunate that one of the larger buildings just off Chancery Lane is the luridly labelled ‘London silver vaults’. Anyone entering this legal ghetto would probably associate this with the vast profits of the lawyers practising around abouts.

Travelling down Chancery Lane the other day I was struck by a new kid on the bl...

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