16 July 2015
It is Thursday, and so it is Southampton. I have left the Onssek and Herman the German Satnav behind, and found my own way to the seaside for the morning. The Chief Eggsek and the EyeEyePeePee are there too, and we are meeting with yet more CIPA members and eating yet more biscuits. At this rate of consumption I will need more than a Presidential escort; I will need a Presidential hoist. One of the meetings is with IP administrators. We all chatter excitedly about improving their professional status and career development prospects, and generally about recognising at last that however brilliant chartered patent attorneys might be, they are basically useless without the folk who remind them to meet deadlines. Mr Davies is particularly excited by the talk about career prospects. There is not much Mr Davies doesn’t know about further education and professional development. He is eager to pioneer learning structures and assessment standards that will be revered across the globe. When Mr Davies has calmed down, he and the EyeEyePeePee talk to our hosts about Southampton and Portsmouth. From this I learn that Southampton and Portsmouth are several hundred miles apart, a bit like Manchester and Leeds, and the clever folk all come from – hang on, I’ve forgotten which it is. And the stupid people come from – well, the other one. And the key is in the postcode, which either begins PO or SO, and people will kill for the right postcode, which is – I’ve forgotten that too. Mr Davies will be able to tell you.
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