Brief summary of last night: Blagged an invite to the UK launch of Data Return. Got free beer, free binoculars, a bit of a dance later in Home after we sneaked down the back stairs. Oh yeah, and literally strong-armed away from one of The Register journalists by a Data Return exec. I've never been lifted out my seat before.

And I lost the keys from my phone. Bollocks.

Update on that: The keys were in my pocket. Which is a sentence that in this case doesn't mean what it usually means.