We don't need no steeenking judges
Today was the third time I received the call on my mobile phone: “Brendan, we’ve no judge.” The third time I was up late getting prepped to sound reasonably informed as an expert witness to the High Court in Dublin. Once in November 2004, once in February 2005 (after I’d gone thru the turnstile at the DART station on my way up to the Four Courts), and now in April 2005 the same again. This one seemed like a sure thing. There was no other case on the docket for today. But somehow neither of the two judges “on call” today were available.
The next try is in June or July—well over a year since my part in this whole adventure actually started. The Irish legal system is too mysterious for words.
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