I love the smell of red Reuters screens in the morning

You know how sometimes you walk into a room and realise you've forgotten what you came in there for? And you think if you go back into the previous room you'll somehow remember, but usually you don't.

I think it's like that on the internet, and then you hit the back button on your browser and you can't see anything on the previous page that reminds you but you've lost everything you've typed in the process.

And this happens more often than it used to, back in real life. You wonder how many really good, or fun, or useful ideas you had that got forgotten between the bathroom and the kitchen and never came back.

Unless you somehow remember them when things have changed and you're too old and it's too late.