The CIPA Team and I are planning a drinks reception for the
new President, just in case we end up with a decent one. (If we end up with me, they have explained
that the drinks reception will have to be downgraded to a cup of tea and a
biscuit. And no guests.)
They have found a fabulous venue. It is the museum of the Royal College of Surgeons. Apparently the museum walls are lined with
jars full of body parts, which previous generations of surgeons have extracted
from their patients and forgotten to put back.
A perfect reminder of CIPA’s penchant for preserving the past.
I think this sounds like a fun place to visit but I warn
them to take care over the canapé menu.
Steer clear of anything pickled, I say, and anything in a marinade. Devilled kidneys are definitely out. Mussels could have been mis-spelled. Meatballs may be a euphemism, especially if
they are mini meatballs. Even artichoke
hearts should be treated with suspicion.
That said, of course, if we run out of drinks we can always
turn to the exhibits for top-ups.
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