It’s a Conference, Jim, But Not As We Know It
The world was a different place when I booked my ticket in early March. 2020 was to be my first time at the UK ICF Conference. My diary had never cooperated in previous years, so this was going to be something completely new. As it turns out, by the time the Conference arrived we were all doing something completely new. Instead of smart clothes and name badges, we gathered remotely – all carpet slippers and jogging bottoms, children, pets, favourite tea mugs, dodgy bandwidth and Digestive biscuits.