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.