I meant to blog
on our recent trip to OUG UK trip last week.
But as always, time has a mind of its own, especially in December. There is never time in December. It is the shortest month of the year. If December were human, it would be a dwarf. If December were an arm, it would be my right
arm. Makes sense does it? Huh?
Gunnar and I took
a really early flight out to London on Monday from where we drove to
Birmingham. Gunnar drove and I think it
was about half way there when he remarked – „Huh, funny. They drive on the left side of the road?“. These English people know a thing or two
about databases but someone surely has to teach them on which side to drive and
how to assemble their cars!
In Birmingham I
never actually managed to see a single presentation. The mingling took all our time, meeting up
with old and new friends and acquaintances.
We had dinner with Mark Rittman and his colleagues in RittmanMead along
with Börkur Steingrímsson, who has now gone independent, Jon Mead of course and
some more people, including Lisa Dobson who had I believe 2 presentations there
(Börkur 1, Lisa 2 and Mark 5 – I think I‘m not lying ). We also had dinner and drinks with the likes
of Tom Kyte and Graham Wood and of course with the Godfather, Don Mogens
Nörgaard who had established an „office“ in at least one bar if not more.
We hit back on
Wednesday morning, leaving Birmingham around 5 am since this is a 3 hour
drive. The best thing that can be said
about the flight back is that it was short.
End of blog.