The total number of new-style comic strips now numbers ten, which means I should probably start splitting up the collection. Damn it.
The latest strip is dedicated to my favorite Anglophile, who is still the only person I've ever heard pronounce "scone" that way, and who is one of those people who special-orders the English versions of all the Harry Potter books because that's the way the Queen meant it to be.
More to the point, the strip is somewhat grounded in reality. According to the legal presses (oh yes, they're out there), a wave of U.S. firms are opening offices in London, and my firm is leading the way. This isn't such a big deal for those of us on the Light Side (litigation), as domestic lawyers are more likely to work with the international offices on the Dark Side (corporate). Yank litigators generally aren't familiar with the intricacies of English Barristry, but the dark arts of transactional work operate in a language that everyone can understand.
Though, I should say that the only first-year associate to use her passport for business purposes so far was a litigator. She made a few trips Home to Ireland in order to do some document review, which was made necessary by some weird Irish law designed to make life difficult for non-Irish lawyers. But I imagine that when the tickets to Beijing and Hong Kong start showing up they'll be directed almost exclusively at the corporate folks. London shouldn't be any different.