My Meet-the-Biscuits, I mean Meet-the-Members, campaign
continues. I am still having excellent
fun. In fact, I am, in the words of the
great politician David Cameron, totally Pumped Up about this campaign.
Today it is Scotland, which means a ridiculously early start
to get to EasyJet® Airport on the outskirts of Brizzle in time for a
ridiculously cramped flight to Glasgow.
In Glasgow I am treated to shortbread and in Edinburgh, later in the
day, extremely chocolate-coated biscuits.
At the Mitchell Library in Glasgow, the people from the PatLib team buy
me a slice of ginger cake, although we then start talking about IP triage and
the medical allusions do put me off the cake a bit. Sadly, no-one offers me haggis-flavoured
shortcake, as I’d been hoping, but you can’t have it all.
Not that I am obsessed with what people give me to eat, you
understand.
In Edinburgh another deranged CIPA member, clearly overcome
by bonhomie and biscuits, offers himself up as a regional representative. I say You don’t need to decide today; I’ll
send you some information, but he says No really, I want to do this, and it is
like he is standing on the edge of an ice-cold crocodile-infested lake and
would just like to jump in and get it over with as quickly as possible.
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