As I read with interest the article 'Learn to love your lawyer' by Alastair McLellan (NCE 17 September), I was reminded of a story related to me in my local hostelry.
An engineer dies. At the pearly gates St Peter says: 'Sorry mate, you're an engineer - you go downstairs.' After a while in Hell, he's fed up with the amenities: it's too hot so he installs air conditioning; he builds bridges over the lakes of fire; and he installs a sewerage system to deal with the waste. One day, God calls Satan up and asks how it's going:
'Great. We've got this engineer and he's making improvements. We are due for escalators and coffee machines next'.
God is seething: 'What? You're not meant to get the engineers. Send him back'.
Satan replies: 'No can do. He's sorting us out a treat'.
'Send him back or I'll sue,' shouts God.
'Yeah ? And where exactly are YOU going to get a lawyer from?'
KP Llewellyn (AM), Whitchurch, Cardiff, firstname.lastname@example.org