It's a fair bet that for 90 of its 119 years Newcastle Courthouse was without air-conditioning. It's a cert that not on any day of those 90 years did any of the lawyers, magistrates, judges and staff carry on as they did on a couple of days this week when the air-conditioner packed it in. On Tuesday, for example, they talked of conditions being beyond tolerable, they threatened to strike, they threatened picket lines at the courthouse entrances, they called for the Attorney-General's head, they threatened to call in a WorkCover investigation into working conditions, and they invoked the feared Occupational Health and Safety Act. That was after they removed their coats and robes, turned the fans up to max and mopped their brow. Sure, they couldn't open the windows, as they did in the pre-air-con days, but, hey, the maximum temperature in Newcastle on this day, Tuesday, was a mild 25 degrees.
Rumpole would have thundered on but not our panting, wailing wimps. Should we blame an enfeebling of the general population or is the enfeebling confined to the legal fraternity? And do you have any good lawyer jokes?