The trip back from Liverpool rendered me inoperable. This very piece of prose that you read right now was fully intended to be written tonight, to in some way make good of a forced evening away from my girlfriend. But no; tonight I lay ruined on my bed, laptop fizzing away in futility just inches from my hand, but brain unable to make the leap into productivity. A wasted evening.
Fast forward to tomorrow night; now tonight. I sit in a temporary office that takes the guise of a Mercedes S-Class while I wait for my VIP cargo to get bored at some charity ball. Come 23:10 my office will become a car again, and I will whisk them home and then whisk myself to my home. And go to bed almost immediately. But I will have at least made some use of my time. And it's all thanks to the wonders of modern technology.
