My real involvement started with a twitter direct message (my first, incidentally) from Melinda offering me a last minute ticket to barcamp london 3 at Google. Still high from the fun at Berlin I jumped at the opportunity even though I was not really able to go. At the time I was still an Apple employee slogging my Saturdays away at Regent Street convincing people that AppleCare and .mac would be awesome. Hah! And that particular Sunday was my grandfather’s memorial service in the morning.
None of this, however, stopped me. I managed to switch up my shifts at Apple, but still only managed to finish a mammoth 9 hour shift at 7pm, after which I rushed straight over to Google’s shiny offices in Victoria to be blessed with a much needed delicious meal and vast quantities of alcohol. After my first real game of Werewolf (in which, incidentally, I was a werewolf, and we won), I staggered home at about 5am.
First barcamp day 1, session attended nil.
Going from my grandfather’s memorial straight to barcamp was truly fitting. After I gave him an old computer a few years before he passed away he became utterly addicted to the internet, and I was often called around to help him upgrade something or other. A few weeks before he passed away I upgraded him from dial up to broadband, and we affectionately joke that he simply couldn’t cope with the speed his internet was now at.
Arriving at Google once again in the nick of time for food I started to earn my reputation as as a schwag whore. Whilst I could never truthfully deny such an allegation, freebies are not the only reason I go to these gigs. The rest of the afternoon was wonderful and I was in awe of some of the brilliant and inspiring people who I met and listened to.
I left Barcamp London 3 even more elated than when I left Web 2 in Berlin. Inspired and ready for more, more more. Unfortunately my life had other plans at the time…