I was keen to win a FourSquare check-in at the Institute of Directors in London so during the seminar lunch break I wandered the building, hunting for a signal. There was nothing on the ground floor so I took the stairs up from the main reading room just off reception in the hope of finding a couple of bars further up. Unfortunately the stairs came to an abrupt halt after fifteen steps. I hurried back down again, battling the beginnings of vertigo. I knew that the lift was an option, but it was a huge, cavernous, yet enclosed, space. I gave that a miss too: adding claustrophobia to vertigo was inadvisable.

I gave up on my FourSquare quest and instead joined the trainee lawyers on a midday run across a muddy park in the dark. I was the only one who was not frightened by bad-tempered Judge LW. We kept our summer meeting in a Finnish guest house secret from everyone else.