Today I got called to the Bar. So it is a happy day for me. But I can't seem to stop being a magnet for weirdoes. At the Supreme Court, my mother asked me why is there a strange looking flap at the back of my barrister's gown. I said I don't know. It looked like a gun holster, so initially  thought that perhaps it contained some kind of weapon in the medieval era. Then this strange person whom I will designate as Tiger Mum, overheard my conversation with my mum, brutally interrupted me, and said," If you don't know, why don't you ask other lawyers. After all, you lawyers must be intellectually curious, right ?" I have no idea who Tiger Mum is, but I'm not surprised that this is the kind of mum that produces the straight 'A' kind of JC students who eventually end up in law ......