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I have now heard from An Taisce, who intend to examine 'very closely' the application. According to the very forthcoming man I spoke to there, they would be objecting on very techincal grounds to the erecting of the railings I've written about below, blocking access to the front portico of the Four Courts building.
So now, further to the post below, I went yesterday to stand and read the posted notice carefully. Sure enough, it intends that there be changes to the portico and the introduction of 'new gates and railings'. For further details, it invited me to go to Dublin 7 or Dublin 2 (Collins' Barracks or 51 St Stephen's Green) to inspect the plans.
Justice shall be administered in courts established by law by judges appointed in the manner provided by this Constitution, and, save in such special and limited cases as may be prescribed by law, shall be administered in publicArticle 34, Section 1, Bunreacht Na hEireann (Constitution of Ireland) At the moment the Courts are on holiday.
I see Michael McDowell has launched an initiative against organised crime called "Operation Anvil". Doesn't he see that it failed for Wile E.
Every now and then I tell people that when they say they have "the mother of all hangovers", they're paraphrasing Saddam Hussein. They never believe me. Not because they know better or anything; they just refuse to countenance the possibility that the phrase didn't exist before the 1991 Gulf War.
Well the first day of my 27th year has dawned. On this day Jim Henson died, the first Japanese woman climbed Everest and the first Academy Award was presented. The British No.
The Red Berry Restaurant has impeccable taste. From the elegantly sinuous wooden chairs to the lighting everything speaks of restrained Asian Style. Nothing on its menu would look out of place at your local Chinese take-away, but when the food arrives you get one of those moments when you realise you've been eating the shadows in Plato's Cave and the real thing has just arrived.
It's a bad pun but one that's getting lots of use this week, here in sunny Urbana, Illinois. The National Conference on Media Reform is happening this week end and many of my fellow media students are heading to it. In US terms it's just down the road, being about two and a half hours away.
With Court finishing up on Thursday for one of it's periodic holidays, I'm at something of a loose end for a couple of weeks. Unlike some of my colleagues, I won't be going on the Bar Soccer Club trip to Valencia (that's Valencia with a "c". Think Spain, not Kerry).
By Sarah:My husband is a cat. A big, blond, hairy cat. He comes to be petted when he wants attention.
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