The Pee, the Chief Eggsek (AKA Mr Davies) and I visit some
patent attorneys in Brizzle. They tell
us they would like to do more to help CIPA.
We say Excellent, you are just in time; here are the application forms
for being President and Vice-President.
They say No, not that kind of help.
In the afternoon, it is the annual West of England CPD
seminar. Since I have 90 million CPD
points already this year, due to having to tag along to every single CIPA
meeting and also being quite bad at adding up, I bow out of some of the talks
and help Mr Davies and Mr Lampert to plan the New President’s Pickled Anatomy
Party. I am going to go as an appendix,
because that is the part that no-one really needs any more.
We make a list of the people we’re going to invite to the Pickled
Anatomy Party. They say I cannot bring
my own friends, and I say that’s OK because I don’t think she’s free that
day. But I am allowed to invite
Influential People, who will be just thrilled to meet the UK’s chief patent
attorney I’m sure. Perhaps the Prime
Minister, only we do not know yet who that will be; and The Queen, who is a bit
easier to pin down because she has been The Queen for ever; and of course Professor Brian Cox who has still not replied
to Mr Davies’s letter but would surely be delighted to address a roomful of
floating body parts even if some of them were a bit nerdy.
Perhaps.
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