Miracle DBF - Day 1.875

We all went back to one of the houses (a couple of doors down from the one I'm in) for lots of drink and chat. I carefully stuck to the beer and talk of presentations, written and unwritten.

I'm really going to have to stop confessing to my complete inactivity on this blog. The first thing Jonathan said to me yesterday was 'have you finished that presentation yet'? I also discover that more people have made the print deadline for this conference than usual!

It's becoming clearer by the day that the community are getting a little suspicious of me and my cheap camera and were the resulting pictures might appear so, despite some gentle encouragement, only Bill 'Shrek' Thater made rude gestures for his photo.

That's Julian Dyke on the left and David Kurtz in the middle.

Anyway, we decided to adjourn pretty early, only to find Mogens hiding out in 'our' house when we got there. Graham Wood had brought along a bottle of tequila. High quality tequila. Tequila is something I haven't consumed in about 15 years. I went through a bit of a tequila craze and by the end of it, I could still taste the damn stuff when I was sober! Not wanting to be rude, I agreed to try one which tasted quite wonderful. So wonderful that I thought another sounded good. Well, I managed half of it and then simply had to lie down. The next morning I realised some of just can't compete with Oracle employees, present and ex