Group evaluation

Group two formed naturally around Cathy and a 'single molecule' theme. Group three, headed, reinvented, conceptualised and polished by Gilles several times long time before its existence, got driven together by Gilles like a flock of muttons by a shepherd's dog. And they did not dislike it. And as group one finally awoke, languishing, sleepy, and already bored to death with the idea of wasting time for an administrative excercise, by that time, it was too late to deny that it was a deplorable group of leftovers, where the only coherence was the profound absence thereof. While Roume was in the beginning happy to be LittleBigBoss of groupe one, he rapidly found out that, in fact, he was the king of the idiots. Just after having smoked yet another happy cigarillo on the terasse, earlier today amidst a seemingly admirous crowd of young students, he assembled group one, or at least those few who bothered to assemble, to sorrowfully announce with trembling voice, that due to 'family problems' he is forced to resign. We suggested terminal cancer, at least. With a witty smile, he suggested that becoming head of the group would do some good to any young and earger 'CR-grade' scientist who wanted to become 'DR' in the near future (and do all the writing up of group one's achievements and future plans, or the absence thereof). However, group one simply lacked such a being. We agreed on starting to think about what to do now by the next full moon, or as soon as the coffee machine would work again. Later, Willy informed me that Roume had told him already three days ago, that he was well fed up with trying to make chicken salad from chicken shit. Roume is typically French; he is most fullfilled when being in the opposition. Being against is far more rewarding than trying to solve problems. So the Captain was the first to leave the sinking ship.