I take a train to Hayes-&-Somewhere-or-Other to meet
some in-house attorneys. After the train
I have to have a lift in Mr Davies’s car, which is so posh it has a dead sheep
in the footwell.
The in-house attorneys tell us that they imagine CIPA being
full of crusty relics who have got old and senior enough to be able to swan off
to Council meetings while their minions pick up the crumbs of the work they’ve
left behind. I tell them this is not
true at all, not now anyway, not since we stopped serving brandy and cigars
after Apologies for Absence and replaced them with the offerings of the Biscuit
Pixies, which are crumbly but not crusty.
They tell us that CIPA should engage more with its
members. I think: I have taken a train
all the way here to Hayes-&-Wherever-it-is, eaten with them in their office
canteen, shared a footwell with a dead sheep and listened to Mr Davies ranting
on about education all the way from the station to the place where we got lost
in their labyrinthine business park. I
have put on a posh jacket specially, and brushed off the straw, even though the
posh jacket was scant protection against the wilds of Reading Station, which
has recently been rebuilt as a massive wind tunnel with a deep-freeze facility
for a concourse. I have talked to them
about SILC and I am even prepared to autograph copies of my Secret Diary if
they have their CIPA Journal to
hand. What more, I think, do they want
me to do to “engage” with them??
Later, I receive an offer from the CIPA Membership Team to
sauce up my Presidential manifesto for me.
That sounds an excellent idea.
Brown sauce, red sauce, outsauce, we definitely need more sauce at CIPA. Everything at CIPA should be served with
extra sauce, I think. A CIPA Journal with extra sauce. CIPA newsletters with extra sauce. Then we will be the sauciest of all saucy
Institutes. And that might help us engage with our members.
Probably best to steer clear of fudge sauce, shiti sauce or puttanesca sauce
ReplyDeleteIt could have been worse, I was hoping to come and join you but was dragged away to have lunch somewhere posher.
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