Cloning about

This sign adorns an art gallery in old Nicosia: we were there in February 2005: I have been looking for a opportunity to use my photograph of it, and now I have one.

I withdrew some cash at a hole in the wall in Gloucester last week: alas, I chose the wrong one. The telephone rang yesterday, a call from my bank: "€1,750 has been withdrawn from your account by someone in Italy: have you been visiting there?" the voice asked.

Apparently the devices that are used in order to clone bank cards are now so midget that you just don't notice them, however hard you look. And I always do look.