The woman sharing the pavement with me eventually lost her temper and ordered me to stop texting. I was making it impossible for her to get past me. Rather than meekly give in to her wishes, I decided to make the peace. I took her hand and announced that we would walk along London Road together. She like this idea because it gave her a chance to tell me all about her life as a Jewish immigrant to the UK in the 1960s.
Then I noticed the missed calls on my i-phone – plus the time and our current location. It was 17:50 and we were amongst the sheep that graze the banks of the Water of Leith in North Edinburgh. At 18:00 I was due on stage in Craiglockhart at the other side of the city! Even if I managed to catch a taxi immediately, I would still be horribly late. What is more, I couldn’t possibly deliver a lecture in faded black linen loons and an ill-fitting dirty grey T shirt.