2 March 2016, 2.30 pm
The final highlight of the day is the March Council meeting. This is my last-but-two time in the chair (not that I am counting). The chances of a vote of no confidence are now diminishing, because it would take at least a month for Council to reach a conclusion on something that momentous, and another month to work out how to implement it. So I can be even fiercer than normal if I want to. I am fierce about our discussions on Brexit, because Mr Lampert says we have to have an Official CIPA Position and an Official Position is not supposed to be prefaced with two pages of caveats. I am fierce about regulation, because it is traditional to be fierce about regulation at CIPA, and then Mr Davies reminds me of the several regulatory issues I have forgotten to mention which rather takes the sting out of the fierceness. Then I am fierce with someone who wants to re-open the blue-sky discussions about the CIPA premises: I say Mr Davies is going to write up the EyePeePee’s flip chart notes and that will have to do you. The table that Mr Davies and I are sitting at cannot cope with all the fierceness. It develops an unfortunately-placed fulcrum and whenever either of us tries to write anything down, one corner of it nose-dives towards the floor, almost compromising my Red Bull® supply. This is a good excuse to stop writing. Mr Davies will have to compile the minutes from memory again. Since most people on Council are quite old and can’t even remember who they met three hours ago, and the people who aren’t old have better things to do with their lives than check minutes, he will get away with it. But I make a mental note to add to the blue-sky wish-list: there must be non-tipping tables in the meeting rooms. Or is that too much detail?
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