I was just one in a sea of pirates bearing iPhones, intent on capturing the moment, as one of the world’s hottest acts, Train, performed their hits to a gathering of around 250. Last night’s party was the bonding session for the 10% of SCA staff that have manager/director/chief or something similar as part of their job title.

All was going well until the boss of the bosses, Rhys Holleran reminded everyone that the conference would restart with breakfast at 7:30 next morning. That was enough to empty the hall of about a third of its patrons.

Then, a voice more powerful than Mr Holleran’s, succeeded in sending the remainder scurrying to their hotel beds. The bar tender called time. It was all over. No more shouting.

Peter Saxon