A girl walks into a Bar...

...and hasn't the foggiest why.

"Why law, why the Bar?"

These were the first questions asked of me by 3 lovely-seemings barristers today, at a scholarship interview for a BVC award.

I respond with a rabbit-in-the-headlights look, and didn't really improve much beyond that throughout the remaining 25 minutes.

Did it go well, you ask? Well, I bought a lot of chocolate on the way home. A lot. Course, on the way home I also thought of all the bright, keen things I should have said to sell myself better. And then I decided to act on Law Minx's suggestion of starting a blog, if nothing else than for cathartic relief after that horrid experience.

So, this is me. Mel. Why do I want to go to the Bar? Lord only knows- apparently the easy life is not for me.