Trapped

I was late.  For a very important date.  Much like the White Rabbit would have done, I bounded down the Bethnal Green tube escalators, dodged a few slow-moving meanderers and boarded the westbound tube which had conveniently just pulled into the station.  I glanced at my Pod: 13.26.  A 13.45 arrival at a Baker Street restaurant was probably pushing it but I wouldn’t disgrace myself too badly.

Until the tube juddered to a stop about 5 mins later.

Film/Literary Bytes; Torture

The London flat hunt. Is there any other business which is so tiresome, so frustrating, so soul-rending? Firstly, you come prolonged contact with the most dreaded of modern day archetypes: the realtor. To be fair, they’ve not all been bad. But trying to make small talk when you’re being shown around dreadful (and expensive!) apartments by some young geezer in an ill-fitting suit, bryled hair and a souped up car… honestly, I’d rather be at home wading through my receipts and invoices and sorting out my accounts.

Grrrrrrrr!

The digital freeview box at home (SAGEM idt 64, btw) is ‘apparently’ downloading software which it needs to function more smoothly. Meanwhile, the screen is grey and fuzzy and NOT SHOWING THE ENGLAND-SWEDEN MATCH which I rushed home for. I am relying on updates on the Guardian and the BBC – which aren’t too bad when one is keeping up with the games at work but not when there is an allegedly working TV in the vicinity! Why, oh why, has this software download been scheduled for today of all days! And what kind of half-baked technology is this? Twenty first century my frickin’ ass – software downloads for digital freeview boxes should NOT take 30mins plus to complete. I rushed home for Freddie Ljunberg and get THIS!!!