1 July 2015, 9 pm
Though a little concerned about my dignity and good standing now that I am Pee, I persuade myself to attend the CIPA Battle of the Bands. I am quite difficult to persuade, because it is a hot summer evening and I am weary from all the meetings, but I become more biddable when I tell myself there will be drinks on offer. First I have to get my wrist stamped, like a teenager going to a festival. This is not dignified. Then I have to enter a very dark and very, very noisy place, which means I have to shout even louder than I did in the Council meeting. This is also not dignified. Then I have to drink many gin and tonics. This is not dignified either, and nor does it help with the good standing, or indeed any other kind of standing. Once I reach the point when standing becomes a bit of an issue, and the choice is either to sit on the floor or get up and dance, for some reason I decide to get up and dance. This is incredibly not dignified. I have to say the bands are very good. They even play some tunes I have heard of. There is a famous DJ there too, apparently, although I have not heard of him before. He is a mate of Unlucky Gary’s. By the end of the evening he is a mate of quite a few other CIPA people. At one point he introduces me to the crowd, so that everyone knows that the CIPA President is the one doing the incredibly not dignified dancing. At the end, one of the bands wins. It hardly matters. I have had the time of my life. I am quite difficult to persuade to go home.
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