'Don't tell anyone but I have a secret.' There, that's my security sorted

'Don't tell anyone but I have a secret.' There, that's my security sorted

The inevitable return of Norbert Spankmonkey


Something for the Weekend, Sir? Where's my free promo tat? Fellow convention attendees have no such problem being showered with promotional gifts from all sides as they totter up and down the rows of booths.


You can see them staggering back to their hotel rooms, arms full of corporate-branded freebies, where they have prepared an empty suitcase specifically for shipping it all back to their BOFH Central at the end of the show.


Sure, it's all crap. It's usually the likes of childish desk toys, cable tidies that will snap within the week, pencils and logo-shaped erasers (as if you use such items all the time, right?), and Swiss army knives that will be routinely confiscated as you pass through airport security for the trip home. No matter, just turn up to the expo and companies will ..

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