In my regular internet cubby-hole there are a couple of young asians looking at porn in the cubicles beside where I work. Here privacy is maintained by provision of curtains that can be pulled over one's cranny, blocking unwanted gazes. Headphones are also provided.

Obviously these lads don't know their computers too intimately, as one can clearly hear 'oh baby, it's too biiig!!' in a sort of weird mono that seeps out through the headphones. This indicates ignorance as to how to control the volume. Alternatively, it could mean that they just like to pump up that audio-porn really high - crank up those groans dude! - like teenage death metal fans and air-guitar afficionados everywhere. A couple of female American students are in checking their AOL-mail (IQ test please?- ok, so they're discredited...) and when I run out to get something from the house their gaze trains on me. Returning they give me a summary evaluaton (or are they checking me out?) with eyes that shout 'porn-hound' accusingly at me. I can't help giggling, amplifying their suspicions.

Small things add lustre to the most banal afternoons.