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It was like an endurance test, and one I very nearly failed. I can’t remember what time the flight out to Germany was, but it was so early that breakfast – when we finally got to it – felt like a late lunch and all day, when I blinked, my eyelids didn’t so much glide over lubricated eyeballs as score their way across their rapidly reddening surface, claws out, like a cat sliding helplessly down a windscreen. From the airport we were whisked, The Apprentice-style, by minibus to a building in which all the oxygen had been replaced with heat and the only things flowing were facts. You couldn’t lay your hands on a glass of water for love nor money, but for hours a great geyser of information raged…
