Lawyers in the frame Obiter was swept away by the sheer luxury of Simmons & Simmons' new City pad at the landmark City Point in Ropemaker Street.

Its clean minimal white walls and glass reflect the polished professionalism of the staff, we presume, and provide a good hanging space for the firm's extensive art collection, now fully unveiled.

A sage said that 'art without meaning is inconceivable'; the titles to the Simmons collection seem to reinforce the point.

The diligent types ought to appreciate 'Paper Clip', 'Baked potato with butter', 'Light switches', and 'Clones'.

And given the firm's involvement in rescuing a certain Greenwich landmark, there is much to be read into 'Meteorite lands on the Millennium Dome'.

Obiter's favourites, though, are statements on the whole City lawyer condition: 'Man abandoned', 'One more fag', 'I know the way home', 'I won't jump', 'Stop that train', and 'When I woke up in the morning, the feeling was still there'.