15 June 2015, 10 am
I receive a reply to my letter to the new Minister for Small Business, Industry and Enterprise. She says Thank you for offering to meet me, to talk about IP and small businesses, but as you will understand I am far too busy for that. As you will understand, nothing in the world interests me less than IP and small businesses so I would prefer to do the ironing that day. Actually, she did not use those exact words. But I got the message. It is time to learn better ways of communicating, to those not yet familiar with it, the intoxicating thrill of the IP system. 15 June 2015, 2 pm Unlucky Gary has ordered me some new, Presidential, business cards. There are about a million of them. Roughly. I do not think that if I were President for six whole years I would be able to find enough people to hand them to. And I am most definitely not going to be President for six whole years. Mr Davies said so. In the afternoon some important IPO people come to a meeting at CIPA. I try to palm them off with my business cards but they insist on only taking one each and they don’t seem overly keen even then. One of them complains that the cards are printed on both sides, which means they are useless for writing shopping lists on the back of. Everyone knows that the only reason people keep business cards is so that they can write shopping lists on the move. We have a little chat with the IPO people about unitary patent renewal fees, which CIPA think should be exceedingly low. The IPO don’t disagree with us, but they don’t agree either. The problem for all of us is not being psychic, and thus not knowing how industry is likely to react to different fee levels. Though it’s reasonable to assume low fees will be more popular than high ones. The best thing about the meeting is that the new VeePee, Mr Rollins, is there. Mr Rollins has been busy doing travelling for the last few weeks and so hasn’t been around to witness my first rubbish attempts at being Pee. But it is good to have him back, because Mr Rollins knows stuff. There should always be at least one out of the Pee and the VeePee who knows stuff, I feel. Mr Rollins has some new business cards too. He also has about a million of them. Roughly. 15 June 2015, 6 pm The man sitting opposite me on the train home does not need to write his shopping list on the back of a business card. He is dictating it to someone on his phone. Loudly. The shopping list seems to revolve around meatballs. There is also a need for mushrooms. There are a number of places from which the meatballs and the mushrooms might be procured, and one of the options is to buy the mushrooms in a tin. There must be the right number of meatballs and they must be put in the fridge. I do not know at what point the mushrooms are to be united with the meatballs because the man does not dictate the recipe as well. Which many of us, in the carriage around him, find a trifle disappointing. The man sitting next to me, meanwhile, has an overactive sense of entitlement. There is an arm-rest between us: obviously it is his. Obviously it is not a boundary so much as an invitation to explore where the boundary might be. Without a second’s hesitation, he decides the boundary is several inches into what I regard as my space. I will not tell you what I do in response. Suffice to say it is not very dignified, and fairly not very British, but it does at least allow me to carry on typing without folding my arms against my sides like an apologetic paper clip. 16 June 2015 I go to see the dental implant man again, and it is not a social visit either. During the appointment he calls for a screwdriver and a torque wrench. I am worried I have ended up in Kwik-Fit® by mistake. Still, it probably wouldn’t do any harm for someone to adjust my tracking.
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11/24/2016 04:43:08 am
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