Kebab

'That zombie is going to end up on the end of a couple of handy and versatile kebab skewers,' said Mr Tulip. 

Another day at Craft con. Our workshop goes OK - in a tent not set up for workshops, on a day too hot for tents.

Mel Conway (he of Conway's law) fails to convince us that model driven development's time has come. Woody tells his story about the blue fountain pen. Linda demonstrates how bad we are at science. Gitte and I share a chimney cake but fail to board the toy train or find the Orient Express. Agatha Christie shrugs in her grave.

I eat sausages and drink beer. Tim, Bill, Richard, Kathleen and I languish in the Craft train before heading round to Llewellyn's Airbnb for beer and kebabs.

The night is young but sleep is overdue. Woody, Matt and I take the tram back to Pest.