Friday 4 June 2004, 5:30 PM
Rupert Goodwins' Diary
Friday 4/6/2004
The party continues into the small hours, with all manner of Dellians, PRs, event organisers, Friends of Dell and assorted European hacks enjoying a late burst of freedom. There is some talk among the British contingent of breaking into the hotel and reassembling the gaming network, but I try and look stern and it soon fizzles out.
I remember the 6 a.m. start with, as it were, a start. My watch says it's one dot for the hour and three dots, one space and three dots for the minutes. That's, um, one twenty seven a.m. That or it's only one oh one and too many cocktails have fried my binocular vision. Nope, vision is fine.
Buses were caught, check-in times made, a plane to Heathrow boarded -- ham and cheese toastie for breakfast -- and once at Heathrow, another plane caught. To Edinburgh this time -- apple tart and coffee -- where I sit and write this diary. Next week, y'see, I'm at the Citrix iForum, where the aforementioned company will roll out doubtless marvellous musings on the exciting world of remote access. And iForum is at Edinburgh, therefore so am I. It does mean that nothing happened on Friday that could be of any possible interest to anyone, so I'm going to skip this day in the diary. If that's all right with you.
Thank you.
Comments on this post
Your wristwatch may be smart enough to tell you five minutes ahead.
Sorry, let me correct my comment. I should say "ten minutes."
Just a thought. If these companies don't want you to write about these things, why do they show them to you?
Probably daft question, but I'm not a marketing suit!
1010 101101 is 10:45, surely?
You really must have had a lot to drink :-)
"one dot for the hour and three dots, one space and three dots for the minutes" seems to imply 01:119 (is that 02:59?). Two dots, space, two dots would be 27, I think...


