After the seminar, we bar the doors to stop people from
accidentally missing the OGM. Some of
them still manage to accidentally miss it, but we have just about enough left
to hold the meeting and at the meeting we approve the ballot list for this
year’s elections. Right up until the
last minute, I hold on to the hope that someone else might stand for President,
and then I can say Oh alright then; after you.
But they don’t. Rats. It looks like I am going to be the Pee next
year.
So it is time to make a list of the things I am going to do
with my new powers. I have some initial
ideas. For example, I would like to
legalise undignified behaviour under the CIPA Bye-laws. Just in case, you understand, and more for Mr
Davies’s benefit than mine. It will also
be vital to emancipate and mobilise Biscuit Pixies the length and breadth of
the country. I plan to introduce a set
of rules for Council and committee meetings, under which you have to shut up if
you talk for more than three minutes or if someone throws a biscuit at you. And I will outlaw the removal of commas from
CIPA documents, ditto the removal of humour and personality, and also ring the
people who make the CIPA tie pins and tell them they had better come up with
something more creative and it had better not be cufflinks either or there will
be Trouble.
Obviously I will need to amend the Bye-laws to say that the
Chief Eggsek cannot tell the Pee or the VeePee what to do, like he tries to at
the moment. In fact, I will amend the
Bye-laws to say that the President can do anything she wants and just you try
and stop me. Mwa ha ha!
But my main objective is a longer-term one, and it is
this. I want CIPA to evolve into an
organisation so influential that people are queuing up to be President. It really shouldn’t be possible for a walking
gin-and-tonic to rock up from the Wess Curntry with a rucksack full of straw
and a head full of, well, also straw actually, and become an officer of CIPA
with a badge and a swimming-gala medal.
And spend the next twelve months waiting to be found out.
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