I just asked my husband if he paid attention at conventions and he said of course not, he never listened to a thing, he only ever had one thing on his mind - to eye up the crumpet. Oh well, I hope it was all worth it cos he ended up with me
As for me, I was a bit like exwhyzee and zoned in and out with some part of my brain aborbing enough of the droning to get me through being quizzed later, waking up to clap enthusiastically when the tone of voice announced it was finally the end of yet another monotonous session so I could escape for a bit, and obviously eye up the talent.
Oooh I wish that streaker had been at one of our conventions