I spent Tuesday morning at The Hospital, but I wasn’t poorly. Mainly because this was the recording studio, private members club and meeting place in Covent Garden, called The Hospital, rather than some bacteria infested hell hole. I wasn’t there to record my latest single, and anyone who has ever heard me sing will be grateful for that, nor to sip brandy and smoke cigars with the in-crowd. I wasn’t even there to admire the rather unusual floor to ceiling tiles in the gents loo on the cinema/presentation room floor, although admire them I did. In fact, I took photos of them with my mobile phone as nobody would ever believe me when I explained about the toilet with illustrations from the Kama Sutra otherwise.
Nope, I was there to listen to why there is more to the BlackBerry than email.