My Trip to the High Court

Conclusion of letter from company solicitor Neil McNelis to the shareholders of ATSL - 1-1-2019 Cormac O Dulachain SC's wonderfully vague ''Agreed Statement to the Court'', from May 23rd 2019 Excerpt from Affidavit of Declan Molloy from November 18th 2019, dealing from paragraph 14 with the events of May 23rd 2019. [It should be noted that this affidavit was unchallenged by the opposition] Excerpt from Affidavit of Cieran Temple from March 22nd 2019, as drafted by Cormac O Dulachain SC. Paragraph 5 deals with the differences between our company and Athlone Town AFC Ltd.                                         Minutes of (purported) Meeting of Athlone Town FC - May 19th 2017                                        Minutes of AGM of Athlone Town FC - June 28th 2017    ...

As we await the Appeal Court's overdue judgment, maybe this is a good time to state the relevant facts. There is a comments section below, if anyone wishes to dispute (or add to) those facts.  2011: I buy the company which owns Athlone Town Stadium. It holds two charges: with Westmeath      County Council for €507,895 and with the Minister for Sport for €2,800,000. The latter charge expires on 1-1-2022.  2012: I reach agreement with Athlone Town (Association) Football Club on its transformation  to            cooperative ownership and control.                                                                                                               F...

The playacting that lawyers do fascinates me. I have detailed some of this, but there are many more examples - and probably some that I fell for and still don't suspect. The profession really comes alive in these moments of performance, even when self-humiliation is required. For example, here is a lawyer pretending to have a neurological disorder. The standard is All Ireland Drama Festival at best, but that makes it all the more resonant for them - that they can put one over us with so little demand on their talents.  I am a little better than average, in that I have certain skills of observation which were honed when I really was 7 3/4. What more scared than fascinated me back then were the mechanics of deception and how ordinary people would sooner let some innocent go under than have their illusions about those with power shattered. I observed the scrambling coverups of sexual abuse and, on two occasions, the provision of the same child for use by a priest and one other man. I ...