So many turned up to the last Knowledge Management class of term that even the balcony was packed to the rafters. Until I spotted MN in the front row I was unsure as to whether or not we had the right audience. I was so happy with the turn-out. However, the guest lecturers were hopeless. They spoke on the wrong topic (marketing) and delivered irrelevant material related hospitality and tourism. One grey-haired idiot annoyed me especially with his arrogant attitude. He talked down to the students, and also seemed to think that he was speaking at QMC, running to a timetable that switched at 15 minutes past the hour.

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We found the baby on the corner of Northumberland and Nelson Streets. Encased in salami packaging, it was so tiny – about two inches in length – with transparent jelly pink limbs. We couldn’t tell whether it was a boy or girl. My Birmingham University flatmates HW (now HJ) and SC (now SL) poked it through the packaging. “Don’t do that!” I cried, as the baby squirmed in pain. HW had detached its right arm from its shoulder. I managed to ease it back again, muttering out loud “You are both mothers. You should know better”.