No, it's not the name of a weird new band. HRH Dr Q and I arrived in Memphis Wednesday afternoon, she from Kuwait and I from The Great White North, and are now ensconced at the Peabody Hotel. (No, we haven't watched the duck march yet.) We've enjoyed some mediocre Mexican food, seen a matinee of The Da Vinci Code (which isn't nearly as awful as the reviews made out, but maybe that's just because I enjoy lines like "I've got to get to a library!"), and worked feverishly on our presentations.
I'm on at 1:30, in the very first panel of the conference. How many people do you think will be in attendence (besides HRH)? The first accurate guess emailed to me will receive a ducky soap from our hotel bathroom.