Posting on the blogspot dashboard about the 'storm' virus which managed to hijack peoples blogs, leaving links which, if the clinically thick clicked on them, would infect their computer. I've had a load of the same 'storm' emails sent to my account at work, notable for their, according to the bbc, cleverly crafted emails. I wonder if, in the future, as we give more and more personal information away on our social networking sites and wotnot, that we will get more personally crafted emails...for example, 'Dude, what were you thinking of' will certainly not get my attention but something along the lines of 'John, you left the gas on...click here for film of your house burning to the ground' would pipe straight into my anxieties and get me clicking on that infected link faster than you can say 'Trojan Horse, yes please'.

Off to see the Borne Ultimatum this evening, with my chum W. Should be good, first night no less, so expect lots of Borne enthusiasts. Which will either be lots of muscle bound young men or very, very geeky pale people.

For those of you who care, Reynolds new book 'The Prefect' is set in the Glitter Band before the melding plague. Excellent. It also has a great scene which totally captures the feeling that you get when someone says to you 'that last page update you did? I think you actually managed to delete our website'.