Next week is MWC’25 and I won’t be going, but Simon Saunders posted something on LI that helped make the obvious connection…
(Lyrics below by popular demand, with apologies for poor diction and muddy mix)
On the first flight from Stansted, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of the jet fuel rising up through the air
Standing there on the tarmac in the shimmering rain
My bags grow heavy and my eyes grow dim
Why am I here, again?
Taxi to the Fira, just passing Paral-lel
And I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be hell
I opened the official MWC app
There were voices at the North Entrance shouting
Run, it’s a trap
Welcome to MWC Barcelona
Such a lovely place, so conveniently located, it’s really very nice
Plenty of room at the hotels in Barcelona
Except in March when they’re jammed full and twice the price
Our minds are Tiffany twisted, telecoms CTOs
There’s a lot of pretty pretty girls, but we’re focused on the tech-bros
Spent all day on the stand, thinking why, Lord, why?
I try to remember
Seemed like a good idea at the time
At the Telefonica party, please bring me my wine (they said)
We haven’t had that spirit here since we were in Cannes
And still presenters keep talking ‘bout AI
They wake you up in the middle of the night
Please Lord let me die
Welcome to MWC Barcelona
Only a few robbers and pickpockets, really nothing to worry about
We’re livin’ it up at the MWC Barcelona
Who won the GLOMO prize? (the GLOMO prize) what a nice surprise
Big screens on the ceiling, Ericsson’s network slices (they said)
You are all just prisoners here, of your own devices
With Monica Paolini, we gather for the feast
We debate politely with our steely intellects
But we still can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was running for my flight
As I found the departure gate it was fading from my sight
Relax, said the desk clerk, I am programmed to rebook you
You can catch any flight you like. Here’s
One through Timbuktoo
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