22 April 2016, 1 pm
I meet up with some of my old colleagues. Not old old you understand, or even out-of-date old, just it-seems-a-long-time-ago old. They tell me what it is really like at the IP coal face these days. I tell them what it is really like at CIPA. We agree it is no easier being a real patent attorney than an it-seems-a-long-time-ago patent attorney. So we have a cracking good lunch and trade outrageous insults (ie banter) instead. The lunch comes courtesy of a Michelin®-starred gastropub that is so far down the narrow backstreets of Zummerzet I am surprised the Michelin Man got through. I have eaten all manner of off-the-wall dishes here, from celeriac ice cream to pig’s cheek pavlova (OK, so the latter may be a slight exaggeration, but you get the gist). Today I go vegetarian and order something which is essentially twenty ways with carrot. Glazed carrot; puréed carrot. Big carrots; little carrots. Carrot sticks; carrot peelings; carrot tops. Somebody bought too many carrots last week. There is also a boiled egg in breadcrumbs – which is clever, because I often struggle to keep a boiled egg even in its shell – and a pickled walnut. The whole thing is divine. We keep eating strange things until we are all it-seems-a-bit-late-to-go-back-to-the-office patent attorneys. Since it is Friday afternoon, I regard this as a Result.
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