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Despite being warned against ntl:, the lure of the cost savings has proved just too great, and I did manage to fight past ten minutes of looped Moonlight Sonata to speak to a genuine salesdrone in the last couple of days. (Hence the addition of several thousand [estimated] new channels to the TV as recently reported.) Cunningly I have not yet sacked the existing Pipex/BT team. By supplying (sort of) the same function as ntl, up to now they've saved me from direct hostile action against the Enemy, albeit in bumblingly incompetent manner . All I want is a communications link unbroken for more than 48 hours at a time, at a decent price... Also, judging by the explosions outside my house for the last couple of nights, the front line is getting uncomfortably close so I might as well try to set up the confrontation with the Enemy on my own terms.
Anyway, this morning a package arrived.
After examining it carefully for signs of anthrax or Semtex, it proved to contain only two small cardboard boxes which rattle when shaken, a CD, a selection of blue propaganda booklets which I naturally discarded immediately, and a ten metre long cable, Some observers might argue this to be empirical evidence that the package might indeed have an innocent purpose - they do apparently call it 'cable' broadband - but I'm not stupid enough to take any Enemy action at face value. There are other safeguards, yes indeed; I've used a Windows XP featurette to dig a virtual trench. Thus if the Enemy bombardment gets too much, I dive into the trench, equipped with a big red button which detonates ntl sky-high and calls for the Pipex/BT reinforcements to leap back into action. Hah.
OK. CD in drive. Coffee in hand. Cable on floor. Trench in diving distance. Last will and testament in the yellow ringbinder with the windmill on, top shelf of pine cupboard next to the bureau. Am going in...
Anyway, this morning a package arrived.
After examining it carefully for signs of anthrax or Semtex, it proved to contain only two small cardboard boxes which rattle when shaken, a CD, a selection of blue propaganda booklets which I naturally discarded immediately, and a ten metre long cable, Some observers might argue this to be empirical evidence that the package might indeed have an innocent purpose - they do apparently call it 'cable' broadband - but I'm not stupid enough to take any Enemy action at face value. There are other safeguards, yes indeed; I've used a Windows XP featurette to dig a virtual trench. Thus if the Enemy bombardment gets too much, I dive into the trench, equipped with a big red button which detonates ntl sky-high and calls for the Pipex/BT reinforcements to leap back into action. Hah.
OK. CD in drive. Coffee in hand. Cable on floor. Trench in diving distance. Last will and testament in the yellow ringbinder with the windmill on, top shelf of pine cupboard next to the bureau. Am going in...
