27 April 2016, 6 pm
We are holding a reception to mark the launch of the 8th Edition of the Black Book. The two editors are there, and the publisher, and the kind people who contributed hours of toil and midnight oil in order to create this impressive tome. Also there are five copies of the book on display, which are causing concern because we do not know the load-bearing capacity of CIPA Hall and at some point soon we are going to have to pay the landlord his Deelapidayshuns. The only thing missing is the food, which has suffered a small but unfortunate mishap. The Life Sciences Committee met at CIPA this lunchtime, and consumed not only their own lunch but also the food that had been delivered for the evening reception. It sounds as though they turned the refreshments into a full agenda item. Unlucky Gary and Amazing Dwaine have been sent out to source an alternative supply of reception grub, with which they return just in time. The irony is that no one gets round to eating the reception grub anyway, and CIPA is thus left with a large but sadly perishable supply of Life Sciences Committee agenda items. I do not think the Life Sciences Committee plan to meet again for another couple of months. The chances are the sandwiches will not make it. The Chief Black Book Editor says a few words, to thank and congratulate his team. He then hands over to me, in my official capacity as CIPA Pee, to say a few words on behalf of CIPA. I am not quite ready for this, although arguably I should have been. But I duly say a few words and the others duly applaud, and above all I sound enthusiastic, and that is what counts.
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