26 January 2016, 3 pm
I rush back from lunch feeling flustered and plump. It is wet and windy and my umbrella and I disagree about its chirality on at least three occasions. I arrive back at CIPA only just in time for a teleconference, looking like a flustered plump scarecrow that’s been pitched across a field and landed in a nearby recycling bin. My glasses have raindrops all over them, giving a whole new meaning to the phrase “correcting your eyesight”. The telecon is with the EyePeePee and the President of the Licensing Executives Society. We are going to organise a joint seminar. We agree a date and we agree a topic and we agree that it is going to be a fantastic seminar. Then we agree that we will talk again next week because we are all too exhausted by having agreed so much already. This is my kind of meeting. Bite-sized. When we re-do CIPA’s governance structure, I am going to make sure that all meetings are bite-sized like this. If you’ve managed to agree three things in the first ten minutes, why not quit while you’re ahead?
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