I feel unusual. I think we should go outside.

I remember lying in my hotel room, on that sumptuous, hugely comfortable bed in San Francisico, managing to get free wireless from the Apple store that was blocks away and thinking that life was pretty good.

Tonight, I'm lying in my saggy mattressed bed in the travelodge in Cambridge and I can't get jack shit in terms of wireless connections. Oh how times have changed and the mighty have fallen.

But there is Withnail on the telly. Oh Joy.