OK, I suppose over the last few years I have become increasingly used to seeing my name on a conference badge… though in a couple of instances it has provoked an unexpected response. For example, I went to one event where a number of MPs were present, and couldn’t work out why I was getting a rather frosty reaction from some of them. It turned out that on my badge it just said
and they assumed I was a journalist from the mammary-obsessed tabloid newspaper.
Well, I just emptied my pockets after the conclusion of the workshop in Davis and looked down at this on the table: