Of course the irony that of all people I would be the one to go to one of the world’s great drinking parties twice in two weeks is not lost on me.

The tent was bigger this time, and the food not quite as good. But I enjoyed myself more not being the only person who wasn’t drinking copious litres of beer. And I managed to leave at the sweet spot about halfway through when I was still having fun but the general level of inebriation was starting to tip towards raucous.

Also? If I’m going to keep doing this, I need a better outfit. A good pair of lederhosen with a sharp tailored vest looks mighty fine, I must say.