I won’t be doing any live blogging or Twitter updates from W.O.R.D.S.C.A.M.P. over at Sheepy Magna.
The great and good and gormless of the professional model-making world, gathered in the Midlands for this glimpse at the digital revolution, have voted that they don’t want any computers, mobile telephonic devices or anything remotely technologicalised to disturb them over the next few days.
I argued vociferously and viciously against this narrow-minded point of view, but was shouted down and pinched quite hard on the upper arm by Norm Da Pluhm (to think we opened ourselves up to stay at our house an’ all).
Alas, the groupage decided on a “one step at a time” approach.
That first step is to be talking about the use of electricity and computers.
Actual factual computers and stuff might be allowed into next year’s W.O.R.D.S.C.A.M.P, but only if there is such an event – the model-makers might vote against electricity and computers this year.
The Shouty Villager’s photographer Bob Bastud did manage to take this shot of one of the first workshops – led by Dr Horace Hardenffasst, it looked at how secret radioactive waves are given off and fry your brains when you switch a plug socket on:
But then Bob was chased out of Sheepy Magna by a dozen angry model-makers, upset that he was trying to capture their very souls with his devil’s flashbox (his camera, to you and me).
I’ve never considered myself to be actually factually normal, but some of my fellow model-makers are even more backwards than those off of the Black Country and everything.
So I’ve popped down to The Furrowed Brow in order to write this blog post – they’ve got a rather delicious wi-fi facility to complement the excellent cheese flan and chips.
But I’ll be silent for the next few days, apart from publishing my marvellous speech on Sunday ahead of my keynote address that brings the house down – not in an actual factual sense – on Sunday afternoon.
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