When they started arguing over a new name for the professional body, I knew it was time to leave.

I headed straight to Westminster Abbey where a memorial service for Sir Winston Churchill was underway. I was shocked that so few people were in attendance, and that some were speaking loudly to one another as the minister gave the eulogy.

Perhaps this was why they needed someone signing at the front, standing on top of the tomb dressed as a living sandstone statue of the deceased war hero and prime minister?