Power. Not the kind wielded by Rupert or Steve or Mark, but voltage. I prefer to follow the sessions here from the Nokia lounge, not the Grand Ballroom where you're crammed in like sardines and can't get wifi through the 2-foot thick marble walls. No, up here there are tables, sofas and better lighting. And four out of five delegates are using their laptops as I type, blogging, doing mails, reading other blogs on this event or uploading pictures to Flickr.
When you see someone coming into the room, they don't look for a spare seat immediately, nor even scope out the range of snacks on offer (see later post up) but they scan the skirting board or the carpet or under the table looking for elusive powerpoints so that they can work all day without the little red battery light beginning to flash. Once you're plugged in, you're set for the day. And you guard your spot with your life.
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