What is it with me and keys? After a night out with some of the old LaCie crew (some of the dodgiest people in the data storage industry, I can tell you), I found myself locked out again, sitting on my doorstep fumbling for my keys. Then I tried to phone my friends to cadge a bed for the night and dropped my phone, which shattered. I was too stoned to put it back together and just sat there fumbling feebly and giggling helplessly.

Eventually I woke Peter up and he gave me a bed for the night. Blessed be his holy name.