We’d had an exhaustive and
intense during our mid-afternoon meeting. A lot of the information that the
floor demanded wasn’t disclosed by the chair, which led to a lot of disruptions.
The meeting then broke for workshops; but it wasn’t made clear that pre-registration
was required, and the list displaying which workshop was happening in which
room had been removed. Many of us had stormed out in frustration and headed for
the nearest pub which just happened to be the Augustus John. This small
student-led pub was ill-equipped for the storm of beer fans coming through its
doors, and once again it was only due to our pensioner friends that we managed
to secure some seats. There was a good scrum at the bar and some of the rebel
rousers had even pushed their way through and got served before we did. This was
all to the bewilderment of the locals who just wanted to sit down and eat pizza
before enjoying the football coverage.
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