The Ego has dockland-ed

Last week Munich, this week... the Docklands area of London

Up rather early at 05:15 to get the bus to catch the train to get the tube to connect to the DLR, but it all worked (after a bit of a rush to catch the Basingstoke-Waterloo) in the end :)

Despite various assurances from the client that they would be expecting me, I wasn't booked in and reception weren't aware. Luckily I detected a delegate and it was all sorted. Yes I'm booked in for tomorrow. Fingers crossed. The room had been changed, due to some more important people, and the material was on a different floor but it was all tracked down, albeit in a rather reactive manner. Maybe they need ITIL training? Oh wait, that's what I'm here for.

We got going at 09:30 but at 10:30 had an evacuation drill which took about 40 minutes. After that things at last got back on track and the delegates asked many useful questions, as their interest in CSI is not just fleeting, it seems :)

This week in Harbour Exchange

Don't crane your neck

Tall buildings and water

very impressive

Low winter sun, during lunchtime stroll

Groovy high-rise. Like the colours.

Mind you, I don't live there.

Look out! The Tripods are attacking!!

The no-longer-functional cranes remind

me of Cardiff Bay a few weeks back.

Looking back from the little bridge

You wouldn't want to be a-salted here

Floating Chinese restaurant

Remember - this is how the future used

to look in those posters from the 70s

Looks like the attackers from Tron.

I wonder if it feels odd to live on the

lowest level of that cross-section? If

you stamped really REALLY hard,

could you fall through the floor?

Excellent. Infinity-pool-effect 'benches'

that you can NEVER sit on.

Wonder if you can skim a pebble off one?

This is not a building. Yet. It's an artistic

impression of the building they are currently

constructing between the flats in the previous

section and the Harbour Exchange itself.

Looks groovy.

In every way.

After the first day is complete,

I negotiate the DLR to my hotel.

Not the Ritz, but clean and spacious

and a welcoming bed for sprawling on.

Outside it's a bit damp, as you can see.

Going down for dinner I take some stairs,

and am tempted by the ladder leading up

to the roof. If aliens attack from below I'm

definitely going up there, otherwise,

I'll be good.

Note the warning sign, because going up a

ladder is POTENTIALLY dangerous.

Geddit? #physicsjokes

Goodnight from London Docklands