On Friday I met an ex-colleague of mine. In the course of our discussion he mentioned going with me to visit a particular client, years ago. I denied it, but he insisted, fired up his laptop and told me that, on a particular day in 2007 we had indeed driven - in my car - to a meeting with that client. I joked that he knew my history better than I did, but it set me to thinking. Since the advent of Outlook and not carrying a Filofax my memory of events has been confined to notes from business meetings in a small Moleskine or Leuchturm, sporadic entries in a travel journal when on holiday and the visual memory-joggers of the photos I have taken as I have travelled the world. What I do not have is a straightforward diary of the hard-copy, longhand, couple of lines a day variety. So today I have decided to change that. Even if it is only a word or two I intend to not let all my thoughts and feelings, all my memories, be ephemeral any more. This is not about poncy posterity, by the way, but it is a recognition that "living in the now" isn't all it's cracked up to be. Anyone else feel the same?