No, seriously, this is just getting silly now…
There’s a reason why I haven’t posted anything much this week (despite being my most successful week ever in terms of page-views – lots of people looking for information on UKIP’s racism *after* the elections. Thanks for that. Very helpful). That’s because it’s been one of those weeks where the universe conspires against me.
So far this week:
On Monday, the fascists got in.
On Tuesday, we were burgled and my laptop stolen. The police, with their usual investigative flair, decided that my wife and I were the culprits and it was all an insurance scam, despite us having no insurance, and only about fifty quid’s worh of stuff being stolen. I had to take the day off to look after Holly and try to sort things out. The police still want to investigate *us* further, and I think our landlord’s so pissed off about this he may not renew the lease.
Also on Tuesday, our internet connection developed two separate problems – one a hardware problem in the router, the other a line fault. Between Tuesday and today I’ve spent *nine hours* on the phone to BT and spoken to *twenty two* different people there, to sort out what should have been a half-hour problem at most. The line’s been fixed, but the only way I’ve been able to persuade them to send out a new router is to actually cancel our broadband account and then get another account as a fresh order – so we’ll have no service til this time next week (though we had no service anyway).
I popped home briefly after work today to sort out some of these things before going to the works’ outing to see Bill Bailey at the Lowry, and left later than I hoped but still, I thought, in plenty of time to get there half an hour or so early. Unfortunately, the directions we had to the Lowry from the train station (we’d normally get the tram but thought the train would be quicker) turned out to involve walking down a main road with no pavement – by the time we found the correct way through it was too late.
So I’ll have no home net access for a week, and I’m incandescent with rage. I will post the Seaguy review at some point soon, but for now, all I can say is AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!


Very to sorry to hear this, Andrew. I do hope things improve.
Wow, that’s one shit week, alright.
I totally lived this, last year. Just change your name to mine, and it’s like reading out of my diary. Except I completely lost it and smashed a phone, and then had to sheepishly replace it when no one was looking. It’s why I only use the old rotary-diallers now: it takes a lot to destroy them.
Andrew! That really sucks! My sympathies are flowing your way. Nine hours and twenty-two people. That’s actually worse than I ever had it. I didn’t even know things could be that bad.
Calm blue ocean.