Apologies for the complete lack of blogging while we were away, due to a combination of hard work, hard play and a shortage of working net connections. But, aside from that, MIP was great fun again.
In a whirlwind summary: we met some great people and saw some really weird stuff, pitched, many times, won and lost, ate croissants and got food poisoning from some dodgy chinese buffet, drank champagne and ate the smallest ravioli ever, met people to discuss TV, web and virtual worlds, typed, talked and argued late into the night, then danced like idiots even later into the night,winced as the bill for one G&T came to 17 Euros, cheered as other people bought rounds, networked and went to talks, fretted, commiserated and congratulated, veered between the VIP lounge and our insect-infested hotel and nearly went to the Emmeys. Went to parties on the beach, fought with wireless connections and a lack of French vocab, gave and received advice, travelled by plane, train, autobus, taxi, foot, was nearly run over by a rickshaw and was tempted to borrow a cool motor trike thing, saw the most French man ever (playing an accordian on the beach in a crumpled suit, like a Gallic Mick Jagger).
Oh, and Dave lost my umbrella.