It was seven in the evening at the Royal Geographical Society. It was warm, dark and I had stepped off a transatlantic flight at lunchtime. I was rudely aware of someone hitting my arm. I awoke to find five hundred people, including a pissed-off speaker, staring at me -  and my mobile phone that was going off like an air-raid klaxon.

Bad moment.

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