Very annoyingly pick-pocketed today. I should have seen it really. In Nero with Tim, coat on the back of my chair, when three women came in and started shuffling around with the tables. They went without drinking anything, and when we got up to leave my inside pocket was open and the iPod inside it gone.

It could have been worse: it could have been my wallet, or I might have caught them in the act and it could all have turned nasty. So perhaps a lucky escape.

It’s all such a faff, though. It was a touch, set up for email, so it had the last 50 messages from each of my accounts in its memory. It had my contacts and calendars and even Evernote, so whoever’s now got it can get in and look at my notes.

I’ve set it to remotely wipe using MobileMe, so next time it finds a network it should be cleaned down and all that data disappear, but how long till that occurs, and what will happen between now and then?

It’s a bit of a sobering thought, how much data we carry around on us in the connected world, and it’s only when it goes walking that you stop and think. Is a zip on a pocket really adequate protection for all of those contacts, all of those notes and the contents of your inbox?

Hindsight, as ever, is spot-on 20:20.