Saxon drugs and rock 'n' roll

Our Gordon's retired to a darkened room this morning after coming to work fresh off the plane from CeBIT.

My sales chief assures me it has nothing to do with his enthusiastic consumption of Saxon refreshments, but rather the all-around assault on the senses that was this year's show.

More than 4,000 exhibitors! (Wow!) 450,000 square metres of technological tremendousness! (Crikey!) 400,000 visitors! (Count 'em!)

Gord even shrugged off his hangover to take part in the CeBIT Run, a 3.5km circuit taking in a few of the show's myriad exhibition halls. It's unclear at this stage whether my protégé actually unearthed any must-have new technologies, but at least he had a nice time.

With my creaking joints, fear of flying and intolerance of bratwurst, I think I may have done my last CeBIT. But, with exhibitor numbers almost half what they were nine years ago, I'm still holding out hope they'll move it to Camber Sands.