David Robbins: Goodwill has filled the soaring void of that hated venue
'His Grace the Bishop," said Mr Buckley, my fourth class teacher, "will ask you a question from the catechism." He paused. "And woe betide any boy who doesn't know the answer."
On the day, Mr Buckley accompanied me up the aisle of St Patrick's Church in Monkstown. He seemed as nervous as I was.
Ahead, I saw a robed and mitred figure seated on a throne. This is what is meant, I thought, by a prince of the church. I felt a pressure from Mr Buckley's hand on my shoulder, and I knelt.