I hung around outside of Gawker headquarters for far too long (part of two days!) and eventually succeeded in spotting Gawker proprietor Nick Denton. I tried to ice him, but he apparently didn’t know about icing. (Read your sites, Nick!) Like any proper manager, he tried to pawn it off on two of his associates, so eventually his squinty reserve got to me, and I found myself icing… myself. Apologies for the shaky camera work, I was fairly frightened of the dude and am always a crap cinematographer.