Ok, bloggy-blog-blog. Here we go. I didn’t choose the title but I think I may well just leave it there. My choice currently would be more along the lines “Stop the world! I wanna get off!”.
And now the silence as I promptly forget that I have this facility, forget my password, forget who I am as I wake up in a motel with a strange corpse nearby.
No. That last bit’s the start of pretty much any film noir… My mistake.
Humphrey Bogart would never has forgotten his password. Or his email address.