John Drennan: Senators all fear falling from this other Eden
In this extract from his latest book, John Drennan asks if it's the future of the Dail that should be in question
It's late afternoon on Wednesday and amidst the cloistered light that shines through dusty windows into the three-quarters empty chamber, 'the lads' and a couple of scattered women are about to start another week's work.
Outside, the laughter of the young secretaries can be heard but it is muted, for some senators complain if it is too noisy.
It might, of course, in these new efficient times seem to be a bit late in the week to be easing oneself into the job. The self-styled Upper House, however, is a civilised place where the old aristocratic values of politics as a part-time sporting hobby still prevail.