Something I was listening to recently, mentioned handwriting experts being able to trace the movements around Europe of a suspected spy from the hotel cards she'd signed under the various aliases she went by. This was in the context of tracing the identity of a body found in Norway in the 70s. The case was suddenly closed by the police, for no obvious reason, but has recently been reopened, following investigative journalism and modern forensic techniques that didn't exist at the time of the original investigation. It seems that using modern handwriting expertise, it's possible to locate the part of the world the dead person was educated, or at least taught how to write. Who would have thought that? I wouldn't have, but then again, my sweetheart has the most distinctive, stylised handwriting I have ever encountered. It's as neat as a bagful of neat things, but has unusual tweaks to the characters. The same tweaks appear on everything she writes, whether it's a quick, angry note to tell me my dinner is in the dog when I roll home late, or on a cheque she wrote out and awaits my signature. I'm fascinated where she learned how to write the way she does and who taught her to do it that way. I'm well aware that kids play around with handwriting. I did so myself, but then I dropped all the playing around when I grew up and reverted back to the way I'd been taught. Maybe in time, with the aid of computer technology, it will be possible to identify an individual's handwriting back to the teacher who taught the kid how to write? How will you feel about being knocked up by the police at three o'clock in the morning because they'd traced some handwriting of a kid you taught who became a terrorist back to your lessons twenty years ago and asked you to identify who he is, before he blows the government up? How long do you think you could keep the police waiting while you scratch your head?