After the first part of the show, followed by refreshments, we were back for the second half and it would be in this half of the show that drama, which even Shakespeare could not have scripted, would begin to unfold.
It would be in this half of the show that we would witness a dance that Scott would hope would be his enlightenment on the road to Damascus. Instead, he would completely lose his way and end up with a dance that would not be fit to be performed on the deserted, desolated, rubble-strewn and war torn streets of downtown Aleppo.
It would be in this half of the show that we would receive the results from a voting system that would have left even the most self-respecting, pot-bellied, oversize sunglasses wearing, third world dictator loosening his collar, while looking nervously over his shoulder. This was SCD, this was show business and it would turn out to be show business at its best.