A flying post this one.
Geeklawyer just finished the SCL conference and my heavens how much fun was that! He discovered a new source of envy: academics who spend their time going from one conference to the next in a perpetual round of presenting papers. Goodness, he's jealous.
The conference itself was just as billed: "a conference without the boring bits" - Geeklawyer likes to think he is well versed in his art -but it was clear there are entire slews of thought of which he was unaware.
Geeklawyer revelled in his infamy and got a few laughs - yes Ruthie was featured. And he was able to rebuff Professor Chris Reed's jibe that bloggers don't get sex by saying that he got laid as a direct result of blogging 
Geeklawyer ate a more than slightly decent curry in Holborn with some conference attendees. Then, while stone cold sober - oddly, he nearly got into a fight on the late night train home with some chav who had a chip on his shoulder about people who wear suits whom he thought must have good jobs.
And there is Gikii tomorrow. Excellent.
More details on all this when there is time.
Don't tell me-you had exposed your manhood and had to subdue the chav with a martial art death punch.
Mmmmmmmm suits - fights - curry and conferences - should cum live ooop north lad and join the other Boristers
Good meeting you, Geeklawyer!
I'm not sure though that I would have called that jacket thing you were wearing a suit.
Crickey, Chav class warfare.
@thomas. No neither would I, which made the abuse all the more puzzling! Great to meet you too and look forward to doing the podcast.
I've heard it said that Chris Reed only spreads those kinds of rumours to reduce the demand from techy lawyers for sex procured on the internet, presumably thereby leaving him with the first pick of the IT groupies. Although why a man with a tache as well groomed as that would need to stoop so low is a mystery to me.
Hey don't you know my name is patented and you have to pay to mention me?
If I'd known I was going to be mentioned I would have turned up with a pile of "I love Ruthie" T shirts.