Southampton didn't seem to be a particularly attractive city, as I drove through it on Thursday morning. Perhaps it was just too early, and I was trying to judge Southampton on an empty stomach. Never a good idea. Anyway, we arrived at the venue and found that we had to take all our props, resources and technical equipment up to the auditorium via a lift. A very small lift.
It was therefore with unrestrained joy that we set up for the first wave of punters (we were doing two 'marriage' events in one day), but I was genuinely happy once the lunch buffet arrived! A michelin star might count for a lot in the world of food, but I reckon that you still can't beat a small sausage on a stick.
All in all the events ran very smoothly, and we had lots of nice comments at the end (and a few bad ones). It really wore me out though. I blame the onset of man-death (an acute attack of man-flu) for my exhaustion. The whole weekend was required to recover properly... plus an extravagent lunch in a great pub in Caerleon. 
