Thanks to the actions of two callcentre mooks at Virgin Media, I'm now having to write a letter of complaint. Until the letter is sorted out, and even then only if they judge in my favour (which the "senior customer service agent" I spoke to this morning says is 'unlikely' because I share a flat and they don't record calls), I am £64 out of pocket ( Read more... )

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/8230504.stm

I figured I'd do the LRP meme thing Andy style. You can guess the character from the answers. Although sadly far, far too many of the questions don't actually apply to most characters, so it may be misleading.

( Who lives in a head like this? )

While bouncing around the 'net, I happened upon this.

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Now, I've not seen anyone mention Day One as yet (it looks cool), but the interesting part is how I got to it. It's insidious and viral, and someone, somewhere is very clever.

I'd followed a link on Facebook to someone having a go at the technology design in Star Wars. The comments were ( Read more... )

Spent the evening watching trailers rather than doing important things, because I can't get my head in the right place at the moment. Not happy with that, but I found some fun things ( Read more... )

While my head is in a state at the moment as I try to get things figured out with work, I do also need to ask some quick advice about phones.

This week, T-Mobile has finally seen fit to allow me to upgrade my phone, and I have some birthday money to spend. Not a lot, but still.

It's come at a handy time, since my beloved Sony Ericsson W850i has ( Read more... )

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Birthday stuff cancelled, due to various factors.

I shall figure out something else, or a few small something elses, over the next 10 days or so.

Facebook is being poop, and has refused for two days to let me make an event. So, I've pretty much been unable to get people's comments on when they're actually available to go out to the cinema for Le Potter before my birthday, and am now having to wing it ( Read more... )

Whenever I'm asked in future "where were you when you heard that Michael Jackson died?", I'll have to respond with "on the toilet".

That'll teach me to go with the door open when the flat is empty for a weekend.