6 November 2014
Once again I am out and about mingling with real CIPA members. Today my Grand Tour takes me through the
streets of London. Kind of like Dick
Whittington. In fact, very like Dick
Whittington: I believe he also wandered in from the countryside carrying a pack
full of straw. And he ended up as Lord Mayor. Look out Boris – if CIPA reject
me you've got competition.
But I must stop thinking about pantomime.
First I meet with some people who think my Secret Diary is
insufficiently Vice-Presidential. This
is an interesting perspective considering the Bye-Laws say absolutely nothing
about what a Vice-President must be and do.
Then I meet with some people who think the Secret Diary represents the
entire Vice-Presidential remit, and don’t seem to be particularly disturbed by
the fact. So the bad news is that you
cannot please all of the people all of the time. But
on the plus side, you can please a lot of the people most of the time. Especially if you don’t understand most of
what’s going on and are incapable of taking it seriously when you do.
The second group of people try to tell me they have not
volunteered to do CIPA work because they thought you had to be special to join
Council or a committee. A likely
story. Look at me, I say: surely I am
all the proof you need that absolutely anyone can join Council these days? Standards are not that high, I say. I realise this might sound a little tactless,
not to mention un-Vice-Presidential, so I promise instead to publish some
information about how CIPA is governed and what the committees are and who can
join them. Then I rush back to Chancery
Lane to ask Mr Davies if he knows.
And by the way, why is this cat following me...?
Especially if you don’t understand most of what’s going on and are incapable of taking it seriously when you do.
ReplyDeleteStory of my life...
"And by the way, why is this cat following me...?"
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's an IPkat...