steepholm

I woke in the middle of last night with what seemed a terrific plot for a thriller in my head. I was about to turn on the light and get it down on paper, when I remembered blearily that I had to get up at 6.30, and moreover that on previous occasions when I'd had this kind of revelation my golden idea had invariably turned to stones and dry leaves at the touch of sunlight. So I let it be, and this morning can't remember what the idea was, or whether it was any good after all. I wish I had written it down, just so that I could be certain it was rubbish.

Meanwhile, my prediction for the must-have executive gadget of 2025? A Desktop Hadron Collider ("Now With Boson Dispenser").