I've got a terrible cold and I've got to spend tomorrow memorising a page of share prices and a bus timetable that I recklessly promised Japan I'd memorise for their TV show. Well, I actually promised an Australian who assured me that Japanese people are waiting for me to amaze them, so it might all be some kind of antipodean conspiracy. Anyway, I'm flying out on Monday now, so I've got the whole Sunday to spend feeling sorry for myself and trying to remember things.
Also, I might be going to America for scientists to examine my brain. It's a busy life, having a memory.