Six more dispiriting days
All my predictions are for nought. It's kind of wierd when you have a cable box attached to the side of your building, but NTL seem unable to find the T-junction under the footpath to connect that box to their digital network. To me it sounds like the kind of pathetic excuse customer service reps are trained to trot out to explain their installer's lack of action.

But perhaps I'm being overly cynical.

Anyhow, the official word now is that NTL will be digging up the footpath during the week in readiness for installation in my flat next Saturday. So assuming that they do sort things out and that they can install on schedule and that my computer works and that I don't die of web withdrawl in the meantime, I should be back online next Saturday PM.

Should.

For the record I'm sitting in a West End Cyber Cafe surrounded by the seediest bunch of Yahoo-Mailing, drug-dealing, wallet-snatching low-lifes you can possibly imagine. These are the people who give stereotypes a bad name.

Outside it's a miserable London wintery day. Sometimes I miss Sydney so much it physically hurts. Don't get me wrong, I love London and Surrey and usually the weather doesn't get to me. After all, I'm really a cool weather kind of guy. There are days, however... Days when the dark dreariness of the sky can just pound down on your soul. Days like today.

Days that are almost a week away from having broadband installed.

Days when I think of endless Summers on Wanda Beach. Trying to act cool, but tragically getting more sunburn than anything else. You know, I can't rememember the last time I got wet and sand was in any way involved.