The letter below was given to me when I checked-in at the hotel in Glasgow. I’m pretty sure they mistook me for the other Phil Collins.

Inside the envelope were 8 drink vouchers. If the hotel gives 8 free drink vouchers to all it’s guests, especially those in rooms with single occupancy, then how would they ever make any money from the bar.

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The last time I was “North of the Border” was when I was a wee boy of five years. Holidaying in Fife, close to where my grandfather was born, was the only place in Scotland I’d ever visited.

So not only was I overjoyed at having my session, “Rewriting Software is the biggest mistake a software company can make”, being accepted for a second time – and therefore dispelling the idea that the first acceptance at DDD9 was a bit more than a fluke – but I was also over the moon at being given the opportunity to make the journey upto Scotland.

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