Grave proceedings

The recent sitting of Killaloe District Court in a pub reminded Dick Robinson of the many colourful venues he visited during his days as a court clerk

WE took refuge in the courthouse in the town of Cahirciveen, during my secondary school days, from a marauding Christian Brother who had decreed that boys should be on the opposite side of the street to girls. The white line was apparently the paragon of purity. We crossed it.

Our stay in the court was short-lived but we witnessed a lady seeking to have another bound to the peace.