Court out in different set of robes

WHLE it’s nothing new for our judges to wear robes... but bath robes?

Well, not exactly bath robes, but a District Court judge in Toowoomba for sittings this week arrived at the Hume St courthouse in her pyjamas as did another judge’s associate.

And, it’s not often one spots a Supreme Court justice looking very casual arriving at court in a pair of jeans rather than an immaculate suit and tie.

No, it wasn’t dress-down day at court, but the judges, associates and visiting Brisbane-based barristers had been in Toowoomba for the court sittings and had been staying at Quest Toowoomba in Margaret St.

They were among more than 80 guests evacuated when Amigo’s Bar and Grill next door went up in flames on Tuesday night.

It was not until just before the lunch adjournment that guests were allowed back into their respective rooms to gather their property.

However, with the judges and associates wearing robes in court, no-one was the wiser as to the attire beneath.

One judge’s associate told Whispers that instead of spending the evening dining in Toowoomba’s restaurants as visiting court officials usually do, they had spent the night at a laundry washing their clothes which were left stinking of smoke.

Playing possum

TOOWOOMBA might have the odd possum problem, but a former resident who moved to Brisbane found herself in a whole new league.

After a few minor incursions at the hands of a rogue possum, they decided to dub the miscreant Quentin Tarantino.

At first it was the odd annoyance or funny moment, like when the sneaky critter broke into the dog food and made off with a gutful.

Not to be daunted, our new Brisbane residents decided to nip the problem in the bud by acquiring a secure container with a lid to store the dog food.

Turns out Quentin Tarantino was equal to that task, making short work of their security measures.

Next up Quentin went full Django Unchained on the back patio and left them with a shattered pineapple vase and a mug.

After that, they Quentin-proofed the back patio ...or so they thought.

They didn’t see him for a while and figured they’d beaten the determined little miscreant until a rustling sound was heard in the kitchen at 4.30am.

Quentin was found face-down in the cookie jar on the kitchen bench used to store the dog’s treats.

The dog, a tiny little pug, bravely took on Quentin and chased him out of the kitchen.

They hoped they’d seen the last of Quentin Tarantino until they went out and our resident thought her husband had shut the door.

“He thought I shut the door,” she said.

“Quentin knew neither of us shut the door and threw a party on our kitchen bench (again).

“He sneakily opened a packet and ate half a naan bread and left his crumbs everywhere.”

Suffice to say, they have upped the security measures and are waiting with bated breath to see if he can break through the fortifications.

Footy speak

OLD footballers turned commentators really should stick to simple language and not try and speak above their standing.

Last week, Whispers operative watching the Matty Johns Show after the blockbuster Cronulla Sharks v Melbourne Storm match couldn’t help but grin when Matty Johns mentioned to co-commentator Brett Finch that the rivalry between these two teams always produced great matches.

“Yeah, they never fail to disappoint,” Finchy replied.

We know what you meant Finchy!