25 August 2015
My inbox is indeed full to overflowing. I spend most of the day working my way through about half of what’s in there and adding things to my to-do list in response. I have to add them to next year as this year is too full. Part-way through the day, I attend a lunch for retired CIPA members. We are thinking of setting up a retired members’ network and this initial sandwich-fest is intended to gauge enthusiasm and garner ideas. There are not many people there, as most retired members are quite rightly on holiday most of the time. But the retired members who are there look very well on their retirement and they offer to help with CIPA things, like invigilating and mentoring and lecturing. When they are around, that is. Actually, in view of the amount they go on holiday, they may as well help with international liaison as well. I tell them I have a specific project for them, which is to write up their memoirs before we all forget what CIPA used to be like in The Good Old Days. Next year it will be the 125th anniversary of our Royal Charter (all hail!) and I would like to publish a book of anecdotes and photographs and interesting facts to mark the occasion. Like, what was it really like to be self-regulating? And, who decided to let women in? Who designed the Presidential swimming gala medal? Why is there a ceremonial mallet? One of the retirees remembers being on a CIPA float one year, in some kind of parade, and that he was dressed as a fire extinguisher. Nobody’s memory is good enough to counter this outrageous allegation – and the implication it carries that CIPA members have in the past knowingly engaged in undignified floating, in unseemly apparel to boot – so he is charged with going away and finding some evidence. A used fire extinguisher costume, for instance.
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