BMMG breakfast meeting at the Olympia International and then back by train for a black tie ICA dinner at the Cambridge university Arms Hotel before arriving home to a sick Diana and the house on great disarray
Up at 6.30am and to wash, shave and bathe before dressing and waking Peter King in the next room to morning tea and a discussion on personnel matters. Then by house phone call to be joined with Nigel Smith in the hotel lobby for a taxi ride to the Olympia International Hotel for a BMMG breakfast meeting in the International Room. Few members turned up but an excellent meeting that agreed initiatives in respect of I.B.A’s, Alvey projects and others.
To and from Olympia and then by return taxi to Moss Bros where an old taylor fitted me with a black tie dinner suit against this evenings celebration. Late back to the Royal Kensington and an impatient Peter King and quickly to review several Byte Shop executive reviews and decide promotions and pay rises. Back to the exhibition stand to discover with much anguish that John had been so overcome by his consumption of alcohol the night before that he had gone home sick without telling anybody and had thereby missed the opportunity to push forward our publicity.
By taxi to Kings Cross and after a brief snack of sandwiches and tea by train to Stevenage and back to the office by car. There to obtain a briefing on the audit investigation and scan my in-tray before home with brief chance to change into evening dress. Collected by car courtesy of Whitmarsh Sherland and Co and taken to the annual dinner of the Institute of Chartered Accountants held at the University Arms Hotel. A long, 7 course dinner, with three boring speakers dwelling on the introspective issues concerning the I.C.A. Matters including the representation of the membership, the training being restricted to private practices and the National Vice President came closest to presenting the possible creative and constructive role of the Chartered accountant which was not really taken on board by the members. To conclude the speeches a country boy of 60+ from Essex strung together some rather crude jokes which were nevertheless funny and enlightened the proceedings.
Home by car in the company of Barclays Bank and the Auditors. Late again to bed with Diana and the house in gross disarray