|Hates a microphone!|
|Do they miss me as much as I miss them?|
We were expecting well over a thousand registrants for this conference. As we got closer to the event date of March the 10th, those numbers started dropping. First the Chinese delegation pulled out, then Singapore, Korea, and much of Japan. When the Grand Prix wasn't cancelled, we took this as a green light to continue. At the same time, we spent a lot of time arranging video presentations, and the schedule took a massive hit.
The conference went extremely well. Minimal contact, but not nearly to the extent we have now. A challenging program amidst a backdrop of impending doom. The call to cancel the final day was made at three o'clock on Friday the 13th. Apt perhaps. There was disappointment, but no complaints that I was aware of, and I can only thank the delegates for that. The gala dinner went ahead, and as Alison Taylor said, it was kind of like the last party on the Titanic. It was certainly the last party I'll be at for a while.
But it's weird isn't it? It's surreal. Streets are empty. Toilet paper has made a return, but you can't buy more then two tins of vegetables even if you mix the types, and there's nothing in bulk. Spotify is chockers with Corona Isolation playlists. The memes that are flying around are mostly hilarious, although I get the impression that the edge to them is getting darker and nastier.
|For a positive sporting fix|
Here's where a blog that is determinedly light-hearted and irreverent becomes sombre. I worry for those who don't have my resources. I worry for Mum and Dad. I worry for the mental health of so many. I worry for the long term implications of this virus: socially, financially, and physically. I worry for my friends working on the front-line in public health both here and overseas. I don't worry for the dickheads who think they are above it all and can do whatever they want. Karma will get them.
So stay safe, look after your fingers, and I'll see you on the other side of this madness.