7 June 2015
For some reason, the International Liaison Committee thought it would be appropriate for me to help them entertain some American guests. We take these guests to a rooftop bar in the heart of somewhere in London. It is a little too trendy for my liking. I do not think it is right for patent attorneys to be in a place like this, where people seem to be wearing their clothes upside down, or not wearing them at all, or wearing somebody else’s, and where the walls are all black and mostly indistinguishable from the doors. I feel about thirty years too old. But the Americans love it. They look out at the London skyline, resplendent in the evening sunshine, and eat suspicious-looking half-bits of food called tapas, and drink Prosecco and laugh a lot and ask me questions about the scenery that I cannot answer. I think that bit is London, I say, helpfully. And over there is the London train station, and over here is a river, and that big building to the east is Quite New whereas that one to the west is Quite Old. Luckily some of the buildings are labelled, so I am able to point out with a fair degree of confidence the Royal Opera House and the Burger King®. Later I venture through the trendy crowds to the ladies’ loo. It takes me three attempts to find a cubicle door and on two of them I hit my head on a wall by mistake.
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