Middle Temple (Open House London)

Barrister Elf.

That has quite a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

I'm also really good at arguing in defence (of myself), especially against the charming Elfina, my wife.

Surely I'm qualified.

Anyway, if you're wondering why I'm talking about law, when I wander the streets like an outlaw (ha ha! geddit? no? fine), it's because I've gone to look round Middle Temple, one of four Inns of Court which have the exclusive right to call people to the English bar as barristers.

That's barristers.

Not baristas.

So once again, like Temple Church, Middle Temple has a good series of informative displays. There were also lots of shiny leaflets too, which is what Elf likes, so you can read at your own pace and not have to keep up with a tall human guides on your 2-inch long knitted legs.

Here's Charles I on a horse. This painting takes pride of place in the hall, and I have heard that this Charles I was quite short. Just like Elf. Okay, maybe not that short, but he's got my vote anyway.

Now, if you go there yourself, which I highly recommend, make sure to check out the ceilings. This one reminds you of what country you're in, which is highly useful.

This one is patterned like that luxury toilet paper you can get for about £3 a roll.

Oh no.

Now these lawyers are going to sue Elf for defamation.

But Elf has practised his powers of oratory against the lovely Elfina.

BRING IT ON.

And here's Elf hiding. From a wig. And a human hand. Going for the wig. This is all becoming a bit strange.

What this actually is is a chance to try on robes and wigs, but I quite like my woolly cloak. It looks a lot warmer than those robes, don't you think?

Whist Elf was there, the fire alarm went off. In an attempt to get the very best photos for this blog, I kept snapping as we (very, very) slowly evacuated. Hence the camera shake.

I risk my life for this blog.

Anyways - if there really were a fire, we'd all be dead. No arguing about that. Actually, as the staff were telling people 'We're evacuating', visitors were walking, straight past the staff, in an attempt to see more of the architecture, completely ignorant of the potential mortal peril.

And it was a wooden building too.

A wooden building.

*shakes head*

Elf Dryadalis