All I can hear is people typing around me, even above the sound of REM on my MP3 player, but I’m not sure I can find the motivation on this drab Friday afternoon to explain in better English why you need to read the fantastically dull Protocols Porting Guide I’m writing. Is it really only the end of the first week back after the New Year? It seems like I’ve never been away. Even worse, I was just listening to Orange Crush, and I can remember exactly where I was, and the exact moment when I heard that song last. Shortly after it finished, we got out of the car on the other side of the world to go and see the lighthouse where they filmed Round The Twist. It was sunny. I wish I was there now. Or maybe anywhere but here. I think I need another holiday.