My descent into responsible adulthood continues apace. The vacuum cleaner that came with my current flat appears to be powered by elastic bands. It doesn’t suck. So finally in a fit of practicality and technophillia I bought one of these.

To quote one of Neal Stephenson’s characters:

“Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Columbian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted myself to being bad.”

At 30 the fact that I’m excited about a new vacuum cleaner proves that this is no longer, if it ever was, true for me.

On the plus side. My new vacuum cleaner totally rocks.