And as I did a final skim through the old place to ensure nothing had been forgotten, I found what almost had been forgotten. Of all things, it was two toothbrushes and a tube of toothpaste. I also found a lump of Blutack. I just went to a seminar. I like seminars.
Seminars are good.
For those of you who are still at university, or are otherwise not reputable hard-working citizens, here's a quick description of how seminars happen. First, some bright spark decides he can charge companies a few hundred bucks to get them to send their people to a glorified slide-show. Then it was four. Now it's five. By midway through the next century, we may be at the ridiculous situation of not wanting to stay at a hotel with anything less than seventy stars.