Purple plane, purple plane....

Was it a day of purple prose in Perth?  Not really; good speakers, but not purple. If you had a purple dot on your name badge, though, you were in the purple group, which I was moderating.  And when we finally got to board our flight back to Belfast, 55 minutes late, guess what? It was purple too.  Just time for a glass of purple wine now (not enough to put us in a purple haze) before a well earned sleep and, hopefully, no purple dreams.