2 December 2015, 11.30 am
Lunch is set out in the hall. But we are not allowed to start on the lunch until we have done lots of useful decision making. This is a meeting of CIPA’s Internal Governance Committee. You cannot do Internal Governance properly with a mouth full of bread roll. But the decision making goes on and on and the lunch smells good. It strikes me that you cannot do Internal Governance properly on an empty stomach either. So eventually, in desperation, I set aside the balance sheet I was perusing, and the profit and loss account with the £45.13 bill for releasing Mr Davies from the Congress lifts, and I reach for a sandwich. Following which, all hell breaks loose at the lunch table. Perhaps no one at CIPA is allowed to eat until the President has started eating. Let’s face it, that wouldn’t be unduly limiting with me as President. Going through the balance sheet and the profit and loss account establishes that we still have plenty of money (although only Spreadsheet Spurgeon knows where it all is, because it is kept in lots of different places so as to confuse us). We have something called a Cash Reserve, which is big enough to get us out of emergencies such as CIPA going belly-up or Mr Davies getting stuck in a lift again. It transpires that no one got permission for spending the £45.13 on Mr Davies last time, but the Committee feels able to grant permission ex post facto because this is not after all an argument about inventive step and anyway a Chief Executive cannot reach his full potential from behind a steel door in a lift shaft. Not even Mr Davies. From my point of view, the meeting is a most constructive one. I get permissions for things I’ve done but shouldn’t have done, and for things I haven’t done yet but would like to do, and even for some things I didn’t realise I ought to be doing but will do now. Result. (I think.)
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