Fat-cat briefs see 'gross' fees flushed down toilet
The Taxing Master's response to a State legal bill has left wigs on the green, writes Cathal MacCarthy
A few weeks back and in these very pages, I wrote a short piece that illustrated how lawyers, not content with sticking their wigs into house conveyance, divorce, what we leave our kids and what our parents leave us, murder, sexual harassment and everything in between, were now muscling in on the plumbing game and elbowing plumbers out of the way to accuse blocked toilets of contravention of UN treaties.
The toilets concerned, located in Dolphin House, have yet to make a formal response. But when they do, it will be meticulously reported in these columns. For far too long in these affairs, the toilets have been sat upon and struggled to make their own voices heard. We must hope that shortly, somebody, perhaps RTE's excellent legal correspondent, Orla O'Donnell, might dangle a microphone in there and try and get a comment. A little plop from the bowl. A little gurgle from the cistern.
Shortly after the article appeared word reached me that some of my legal friends were a bit put out by this scenario that saw them trapped in the smallest room in the house, in the company of a tradesman, and with all kinds of faecal matter being thrown up in the air and being blown into their horsehair wigs every time the handle was flushed. The Majesty of the Law was not being accorded its proper dignity. Had I no respect?