16 March 2016, 11 am
I do some floor cleaning at the flat. Floor cleaning is a most satisfying form of procrastination. Until, that is, you forget and walk over the newly-moistened floor in your only clean pair of socks, thus rendering them squelchy for the rest of the day. Rats! 16 March 2016, 1 pm I squelch my way to a meeting at the Ministry of Justice. Mr Davies and Mr Dixon are also there, but they are not squelching. Mr Dixon is a bit of a guru on things relating to regulation, having fallen out with IPReg more times than any of us, and today’s meeting is about regulation and What To Do About It. We are going to struggle to shut Mr Dixon up, I suspect. Security is tight at the MoJ. They need proof of ID for the squelchy person Mr Davies has brought with him. Then we have to stand, one at a time, in a sealed tube, while the MoJ decides whether to vapourise us on the spot, teleport us to somewhere more useful or allow us through for the meeting we’ve been invited to. Luckily, we all get through. In the meeting, the MoJ tell us that they will be consulting with stakeholders about the regulatory landscape and they would very much like to hear our views. So Mr Dixon tells them our views. They are very clear views. Or at least, they are the way Mr Dixon tells them. I am glad it is him talking, not me, because I would make CIPA sound half-hearted, like we were still thinking or something. Instead, I am in “listening mode”, which is a euphemism for “Can’t think of anything useful to contribute” or “Has no idea what’s going on here” or “Can’t get a word in edgeways”, and also is management bollocks.
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