It's my USB stick that I'm talking about. I was teaching at the LSE the other night and the computer equipment there seems to be a little old-fashioned. The USB port is right down at the bottom under a flap, at an angle of about 80 degrees. Know the kind of set-up I mean? Very difficult to get it in. And I should have taken much more care when it came to removing it. Instead of delicately extracting it vertically, I wrenched it horizontally. It now has a kink. If I have time in the next couple of days, I'll see if I can take a photo to show you.
I spent yesterday evening in an old factory building off Brick Lane playing kids' games with an organisation called Fun Fed. The idea is that a bunch of adults get together and act like children for a couple of hours. We played tag and stuck big coloured discs on ourselves so that we could become human Twister mats. There was an awful lot of running around and I was thinking that I ought to get to aikido a bit more often. Being a child is very hard work.
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