I’ll start this piece sitting in the women’s toilets, in the middle of what felt like my worst day in court ever.  I’d faced a barrage of negativity from the Judge about everything from the trial bundle to the wording of my submissions.  Then, lunchtime arrived, and I ran to the toilets, desperate to be alone, and convinced that the …

As a former barrister, I have lots of barrister and solicitor friends who are showing various stages of bafflement about my new career as a professional coach, some are even, I would venture to suggest, a little bit suspicious.  The implicit question seems to be, “Isn’t it just some sort of new-age quackery?” tied in with a little bit of …