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As I was leaving work last night and walking towards the bus stop, I observed a couple of people running along the pavement towards me. It's not that unusual to see people out running, but there was something odd about these two. I couldn't quite work it out until they ran under a street lamp.

Ah. Those two gentlemen will not be wearing any clothes, then.

They ran past me, looking rather embarassed, both employing a hand to preserve their modesty (whether for my benefit or theirs, I'm not sure).

Then all their mates came round the corner, also jogging along having inexplicably forgotten their clothes. All but one of them was running in a slightly awkward manner as they strategically deployed one or both hands in the hopes no one would notice they weren't dressed. The guy bringing up the rear, who'd clearly just decided he might as well go for it with all on show, looked considerably less ridiculous. Lesson: if you're going to run stark bollock naked through the streets of Reading, at least have the courage of your convictions.

My office is on the Whiteknights campus. I suspect some form of university sports club may be involved.

Scary days. This morning, I brought the new mobile phone I've had in waiting for some time into play. I faffed around a bit transferring my contacts from my old phone, then on the train had a play around with it to see what had changed.

New phones, like new computers, are weird. Everything's empty - no messages, no files, everything pristine and factory-resetted (resat?). The "Pictures" directory on my phone contained nothing but a few stock images... some rather lovely stylised flowers and animals, a pyschedelic bridge, a couple of variants of my network's logo, and a blurry picture of dmh.

( What!? )