Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Late late late,

and no show. God damn it. The first cold of the season is here, sore throat and aching limbs. I blame Country Gay and all his spluttering the other night. Now I must clipity clop off to get my stitches out and then head the opposite way back across town to meet someone else for a work related lunch. Yack!
Anyhoo, seems Fox news saw some sense-either that or they were worried about losing advertising revenue- and have dropped OJ's 'Murder most horrid, it wasn't me guvner' interview. And Harper's have dropped the book too. Huzzah, finally some good taste.
In other amusing news today A "CAT" comment has landed a man with a €10,000 fine.
It all started with an apparently derisory snort by another man as the President of the High Court spoke from the bench yesterday.
Mr Justice Joseph Finnegan had indicated his intention to jail John Gill, who is allegedly involved with a controversial website that invites people to rate their lawyers, when a snort was heard from the well of the court.
Mr Justice Finnegan, sitting on his bench at Court 6 in the Four Courts, asked who made the noise. Charles Farrell, who was among a group of 20 apparent supporters of Mr Gill in court, replied: "The cat."
Asked by the judge whether he would apologise, Mr Farrell of Roebuck Castle, Clonskeagh, said: "For what?" The judge asked: "Where's the cat?".
He said he was imposing a fine of €10,000 on Mr Farrell for contempt and directed him to leave the court. Mr Farrell responded: "Is this a public building?" and also asked what authority the judge had. The judge asked him if he proposed leaving.
' You're not the boss of me.' Mr Farell may have said, pouting furiusly.
'You better do what I say, I'm prefect!' The Judge said, pink-faced.
'I"m was going home anyway and I'm taking the ball with me.'
'Fine, we don't want to play this stupid game anyway.' The judge shrieked flinging his wig down and sobbing uncontrollably into his arms.
It was later reported Farell rode home on his Raleigh Bike, using his Clark shoes for brakes. Judge Finnegan remained on the play shelter roof, lobbing those beady things from conifer trees and unsuspecting girls until it was time for dinner. 'The cat', well she tossed her red hair over her shoulder and made her own way home sniggering and jumping streams with carefree abanndon. She demanded Angel Delight upon arrival and all was right with the world again.
('cept the 10,000 fine, but that's up to the boys to sort out)

5 Comments:

Blogger P1P said...

Amazing! Cool about the OJ thing. In America you can get away with anything if you have the cash or the right lawyer so it's nice to see people actually saying enough is enough.

11:42 a.m.  
Blogger Andraste said...

Except now those few advanced copies that came out will go for THOUSANDS on ebay! Good enough, though.

Cat, sorry about your cold. When I worked from home, it always seemed that when I was sick (and when it was rainy and dreary out) that's when people wanted to meet me at 8am in some coffee shop to give me tapes to transcribe or money for the work. When I was healthy, restless, etc., nary a call or request to leave the house. Bitches.

2:00 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Maybe, but either way it si nice to see the public have revolted.

3:53 p.m.  
Blogger Kim Ayres said...

Aren't the public always revolting...?

You have my sympathy for the cold, by the way.

4:44 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Back atcha.

4:54 p.m.  

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