I was supposed to be at a party tonight, but instead I’m in the office, compiling a list of links for the SL book, that’s published in New York next week. The trouble with my new flat is that it takes me - at least - 40 minutes to get home. I truly can’t be bothered to leave.

And yet a cab is going to be fifteen quid, and I’m feeling a bit poor at the moment. If first life was like Second Life, I could teleport.

It’s not.