I was supposed to be out with a bunch of Genome Campus types, but, thanks the relaxed mores of the youth of today, I was only txted the co-ordinates of the rendezvous point when I had given up on the party and was wandering around Tesco’s, looking for the Parmesan. I’m now ‘Blogging as I nosh on fancy soup and bread in front of the monitor. Why, despite my being almost the last person in this country to get a mobile, did everyone in the cheese section stare at me when mine bleeped?