Totally knackered after a day in heels handing out flyers at a business start up exhibition:-o The adrenaline kept us going to such a degree, I didn't know I was crippled till I got home and kicked off my shoes. Am hoping the cameras in the ExCel carpark didn't catch me creeping round level 1B sticking leaflets under windscreen wipers. £3 an hour to park in the middle of nowhere. On a Saturday. It's a joke. The business centre is like Houston Airport at 4am. Soulless. Even by the standards of the wilderness that is docklands. I don't know a single Londoner who's bought there. Except for rental income. But every grockle and passing foreigner is fooled into thinking this outpost has cachet. The architecture of mammon is its saving grace, but only when serviced by young men and women in business suits. At weekends there is nothing to hold the imagination. The exhibition punters scurried round like ants abandoned on a moonscape.