Hello. Earlier today I had to ferry a new tower PC from one side of the city to the other. After struggling with the beastie on one shoulder, then the other, grasped between my arms and tucked in under an armpit, I found the best spot, on the top of my head. The dreads nicely cushioned the case from my skull, and I found it easy to walk briskly. The Indian women figured this out long ago. I got a few strange looks, but people in the city are notoriously good at the neutral, fixed stare. The best reaction was the Big Issue seller who said “Wowwww” and gave me an impressed nod and a smile.

When I arrived at my destination, I found an empty office to assemble the tower in, and plonked myself down at the absent lawyers’ desk. Lost for a moment in wearyness I spotted a “Liquid Paper” bottle and absently picked it up thinking how these things used to be bought by kids to get high. My timing was way off as my sniff of curiousity with the Liquid Paper co-incided with the receptionist nipping into the office to drop off a memo for the usual occupant. She stopped in her tracks, and looked at me sideways for just a little too long. Trying to hide my panic I scanned the desk for any paper needing a dawb of correction fluid but found none. Ouch.

I gave a half smile and a shrug and put the bottle down again. She walked out hastily looking quite disturbed. ;-)