Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Presidential Power

I was walking along the beach with Carl and John, looking for a spot to surf, when I was voted on to the committee of Coffs Harbour’s Short Sharp Film Festival. It’s still not clear to me exactly what I’m doing there but I appear to have agreed, so that’s that.

I have discovered that we need to tread carefully as there appears to be a question mark over the organisation of the previous film festival, which could be fatal in a small town, so we have to appear serious and responsible at all times. John, who is also on the committee, interprets this as being given black Armani suits to wear on the night, but he may be disappointed.

Carl is key to all this, of course. When I suggested he might want to run my membership past the other committee members first, he just said: “Nah, I’m the President.” Then we went surfing.

That was pretty much his last act as President, as he's since been re-titled “chair”. He says he’s used to being sat upon. It’s also sadly removed the opportunity for John and I to say, a la The West Wing, “we serve at the pleasure of the President.”