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7:12pm on Tuesday, 30th October, 2007:
I spoke to a group of people today at The Developing Web in London. The audience consisted mainly of individuals interested in e-commerce as it will be come Web 2.0 or Web 3.0 or whatever. I was surprised to find that actually most of what was discussed I knew anyway from the virtual worlds conferences I've been to, which was rather nice — we're not only cutting-edge in entertainment technology but in legal argument, too.
The thing is, though, I had to leave prematurely, right at the end of my talk. I mean right at the end, as in pack up my laptop while people were applauding and head out of the door. No-one got to ask any questions, I didn't get to say any goodbyes, I was headed for Liverpool Street station with the aim of catching a 15:08 train, which I did actually manage to do. Although I warned everyone that this was going to happen, I don't think any of them quite belived that I meant it and would not be hanging around before discreetly leaving at coffee. Thus, I gave a very good impression of being rude.
The reason I had to leave early, by the way, was so I could pick up my younger daughter from school, where she was staying late for rehearsals for the school play. Yes, I hacked off a room full of high-profile lawyers, civil servants and corporates, and consequently will get no consultancy gigs as a result of my trip, just so I could act as a taxi service for my daughter.
Still, if I can't do that kind of thing for my children every once in a while, why would I be working anyway?
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