A few months ago, reading the news about Linux dropping support for floppy disks set off a whole bunch of memories and emotions around this long obsolete and “dead” data storage format. I hadn’t thought about or used floppy disks for around 20 odd years now, at some point I must have copied my last disk but I honestly can’t remember what it was or when. The floppy disk was one of those rare things that became part of my everyday life like my keys or school pencil-case. It was something from childhood and my early career that was everywhere: Scattered through my school bags, coat pockets and occasionally - if I was feeling organised - a disk box. And now, apart from a “save icon” meme, it’s gone.