17 June 2015, 6.30 pm
It is the New CIPA President’s Pickled Parts Party. Our venue is the Royal College of Surgeons’ Hunterian Museum. It is full of surgical exhibits in formaldehyde marinades, which is perhaps a little too much detail with your canapés. As it happens, though, it is me that puts people off their canapés by making a New President’s Pickled Speech. This evening’s metaphor is a bus journey. Mr Davies is the driver, and the bus is full of old codgers with picnic hampers, who are leaving their sleepy little village (ie old CIPA) for the bright lights of the IP world of the future (ie new CIPA). The guests clap politely but they were not actually listening, they were counting the number of brains in jars. At least I didn’t drop any straw this time.
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