26 August 2015, noon
Now we are meeting with the top bods from IPReg and ITMA. We are very nice to the IPReg bods and they are very nice to us. We share lunch. Although we have our own plastic cutlery, obviously. I am chairing. I wield the ceremonial gavel and my plastic cutlery in my usual statesmanlike manner, and I do not let anyone start on their lunch until we have made some of the difficult decisions. I also insist that they eat their main courses before the biscuits. But I do not need to wield the ceremonial mallet, and I take this as a Good Sign. We talk in a nice grown-up way about how we can disagree with one another over regulatory matters without people needing to throw their Royal Charters (all hail!) and their regulatory toolkits out of the pram. It seems there is a Proper Procedure for this and apparently it does not involve the word “plonker” at all, which on one level is disappointing but on another is reassuring because I would not want to over-use the word “plonker” and there are plenty of other situations in which it is more needed. At the end of the meeting we wipe our fingers on our paper napkins and shake hands and it is all most cordial. And because I am there, as ever, as the Token Ingénue, I begin to think that perhaps the world is a decent place after all, even without a Presidential tractor or anything resembling a pittance of a salary. As usual, I probably haven’t a clue what’s going on.
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