I’m deep in the City of London. Liverpool Street. Commuters hurry with a purpose through the crisp coldness of a lately arrived January. I wonder what fills their computer screens. One imagines lots of deals with lots of noughts but there must be some more mundane jobs. Not that big money necessarily means interesting.
I read somewhere that the richest 1% now has as much wealth as the rest of the world combined. OK but are they happy? 🙂
I’m here for UKNOF33. Technical conference. It’s a goodun fair play. The coffee breaks are very productive. These conferences get better the more of them you go to. You get to know more and more people and the conversations become more interesting.
I was a good boy at breakfast consuming bran flakes and fruit followed by eggs florentine. An attempt to make up for last night’s beer and curry. I was reasonably good at lunch – salady stuff. The afternoon coffee break blew it. 3 small doughnuts. They were very small. Someone said more like the holes that had been removed from ring doughnuts. Hmm.
The hotel is very comfortable. I have a four poster bed fwiw. Good mattress and duvet. Important stuff. Better than the springs you get at a Travelodge.
These are long days though. Towards the end of the day everyone starts to flag. I am no different. It is now 16.41. This is when they should be rolling out the cold refreshments.
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