North London intelligentsia

Every Saturday we have Loki's friends and their family round to play tennis in the courts inside our compound. The kids stay on afterwards and trash the joint, while the parents eat us out of house and home and shoot the breeze. People often complain that digital media stored in Data Centres is basically slop and all we are doing is destroying the environment for vanity trash that should be deleted.

But the same could be said for the hot air that comes out of our mouths too. I thought, for just once, I'd captured the type of thing we talk about.

I guess I've made it doubly worse by allowing it to enter our atmosphere, and then also recording it in the cloud for posterity.