Well, I’m back from DF Camp. Despite the amount of stupid, hectic wranglings involving equipment, people and trains I think that the event was a success. My high piont had to be my meal with Charlie and Nick. Our last event together, we went to a pub around the corner from the site and ate and drank very well (to the tune of £110) then headed back to camp. We got back to find that the site was unusually dark, which was odd. We went to the kitchen tent, there was no one there… We went to the fire, there was no one there… We went to the marquee, there was no one there… Finally we went to Jeff’s van (where I slept for the whole week.) Inside there were some people, Jeff, in terrified tones, whispered “bad people came!” Then, suddenly out of the trees, some 200 meters away cam a scream. It was people running toward us. Charlie quickly shouted “to Nick’s car!” We ran and ran to the car, but did not make it in time. We realised once they started tickling us, that it was all of camp, some 40 people, who had hidden from us. They had rang the pub we were in to get them to tell us when we left so they could all hide. I was both terrified and proud that everyone had done this just for us.

I’m going to see DJ Shadow on Sunday, which should be awesome, then I’m off to YAPC::Europe on Tuesday, so if you’re in Birmingham this week give me a shout.

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