Yesterday Mostyn and I visited the British Museum. This place is an imposing structure that we could not have possibly hoped to fully explore in a single day - my tourist book says I should pick any two rooms (of the hundreds) in which to spend all my time, else I'll be rushing around not taking anything in.

Anyway, we decided to coast through the Egyptian section taking in what we could. At closing time, in fact, we were probably about halfway through the Egyptian section, drifting through a room of Predynastic (about 3500 BC) artifacts.

Looking at a few wicker baskets and sharpened flint stones I heard a soft bump and 'ow' beside me. I turned to find Mostyn rubbing his forehead - a small forehead smudge on the glass.

I imagined my backpack sitting in a display cabinet 5000 years in the future, with a small sign above it proclaiming that 'in the Cechnerian period the ability to carry many things was a sign of virility.' Some hairless, large eyed and grey skinned evolved species of man meanders on by, kinda interested. He stops and unconciously leans forward to take in some detail, somehow surprised when his head impacts with the glass display cabinet.