Year 3, week 40: royale with cheese

There was no stopping BusyBody at lunch today. “I got to chat to Prince William last night, don’t you know,” she said as if pretending to be self-effacing but failing miserably.
“How come?” asked TheBusker.
“Oh, you know…” said BusyBody twirling her hair around a finger. “Me and the Prince and everything.”
“No, we don’t know,” said UpTights, rising to the bait, “but I’m sure you’re going to tell us.”
“Well, he’s become a barrister. Though that was after chatting to me for a little while.”
“Oh,” said TheCreep. “The Middle Temple’s new Royal Bencher. I heard about this. Didn’t they have to get him special dispensation from the Bar Standards Board so that he could be called to the Bar?”
“That’s right,” said BusyBody authoritatively as if this were her new specialist subject.
“Though in return he had to undertake never to do pupillage or to practise,” added TheCreep.
“But he can still call himself a barrister?” asked TheBusker.
“Of course,” said BusyBody.
TheBusker looked around mischievously before saying: “Given the Standards Board’s insistence on objectivity to candidates generally, I wonder what they would say if a non-royal member of the public asked for the same dispensation? In other words to be called to the Bar without doing any of the training?”
“Well, quite,” said OldSmoothie joining in. “Wouldn’t want to be seen to be discriminating and all, now would they?”