Once again I appear to be stuffing my face in the pursuit of
CIPA business. We are at Le Posh French
Restaurant qui est just down le road from CIPA.
We are saying thank you to the Black Book Pixies for all their hard work
on the 7th Edition and all the hard work we are hoping they will do
on the 8th Edition. Because
the Black Book does not appear at the publisher’s overnight; it takes whole
shedfuls of work to compile. And this
year it is going to be even harder to write because the Chief Black Book Pixie
has told everyone to write it shorter.
Apparently it is supposed to fit on a book shelf, not to be a piece of
furniture in its own right.
The Black Book Pixies ask whether I might be able to
contribute to the 8th Edition.
I do not think that would be a good idea, in view of my somewhat wayward
literary style. However, I say, maybe I
could attempt a brief summary of each section, to lure the reader in. For example:
Section 1(2) This section is about patenting
software. Dream on.
Section 55 This section is about Crown Use. From it you will learn that the Government
can do whatever it wants. You may have
known this already.
Section 76 This section is about amending a
patent application. Basically, you
can’t. Forget it. Make a cup of tea instead.
Section 125 This section is about how to interpret
a patent claim. Only the courts can
really decide this, so you can advise whatever you like so long as you have
insurance. Claim construction involves
looking at the prior art, looking at the alleged infringement, checking whose
side you are on (eg with reference to recent invoices) and then making
something up.
Section 60 This section is about infringement. If you do not know this by now, you are
reading the wrong book. Have a cup of
tea. Have a career change.
During le posh meal we raise a few toasts, or as the French
would say, pains grillés. We pain grillé
The Queen, who I’m sure is a big fan of the Black Book. Then we pain grillé past editors and
contributors. And then I stand up, which
is not straightforward since I am completely stuffed with le posh French pudding,
qui est very similar d’un Instant Whip® mais avec les fancy bits sur le top,
and mumble a few thank yous of my own.
“Thanks guys,” I say. “Yeah…
thanks.” I cannot think of anything more
so, unusually in the context, I sit back down again. Everyone looks relieved.
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