The most entertaining event of the day was "Freedom and the Internet" with Iain Dale, Guido Fawkes, Dizzy Thinks, Devil's Kitchen and Nadine Dorries, Tory MP for Mid Bedfordshire.
It wasn't the day's best attended event - that accolade went (I think) to "Heffer's Half Hour" with the Daily Telegraph's Simon Heffer - but I enjoyed it because it was the one event that attracted plenty of laughs from both audience and panel. The chemistry was good, the session passed very quickly, and the audience was left wanting more (always a good sign).
Indeed. It took a little while for us to warm up, I think; your humble Devil—being a vain man—enjoys being a talking head, although I was, on this occasion, slightly wondering what distinguished me that I should be talking to others who may be far more politically savvy than I (and who, indeed, might think that The Kitchen was a load of old bollocks).
However, Dizzy and Guido have been occasional drinking buddies for a couple of years now (and Iain, of course, I met through 18DS) and there was a good rapport, I think. We all differ in our politics (although very little as regards most things) but we do believe that blogging is A Good Thing.
Anyway, more tomorrow: for now, slumber...
UPDATE: The Devil and Dorries
We were hanging around the discussion area of the building before the event. Having caught up with Dizzy and Croydonian, I was busy stuffing sandwiches into my face and making a Flu-Strength Lemsip to carry with me into the event, in order to try to clear (at least briefly) the cold that assailed me that day. (You'll have to forgive me, as a consequence of my head being somewhat stuffy, any reported conversation will be the gist of what was said.)
Wandering over, I saw Nadine talking to Dizzy and overheard her say something like, "I suppose that Devil's Kitchen person isn't here yet."
Dizzy turned to introduce me, and Nad and I shook hands. "I'm not talking to you," she said, "You called me a liar."
"Well, yes. But you did lie."
"I got those figures from [such-and-such] a hospital."
"It was rather more the Hand of Hope picture that I was referring to."
"It was a great picture."
"Yes, but the point is that it didn't depict what you said it did. The actual surgeon who did the operation said that the child was anaesthetised and that he pulled the arm out. The baby did not reach out and clutch onto his finger."
"They are doing that operation more and more. I am going into my local hospital to see it done: I hope to get some pictures."
"That doesn't alter the fact that that picture did not, and does not, depict what you said it did."
And so on and so on; having rehearsed this circular argument for some time, we bloggers wandered out for a cigarette and Mad Nad and I didn't really talk much after that, or nothing more than desultory pleasantries. There seemed very little point...