Last night, we had the go-ahead to move over to BT and start using the internet on the new Mac.
The future was bright! A brave new dawn! I could barely contain my excitement!
Geoff phoned BT because the installation CD wasn’t working…
On doing so, he was informed that there was a problem.
Some “galloping knobrash” (as Spinsterella would have it) at BT had made a mistake when writing down the migration authorisation code. A phone call or letter telling us what had gone wrong would have at least put us in the picture before we went ahead and pulled the plugs on our old computer.
Still, a big organisation like BT doesn’t have to give a fuck about customer care, does it?
We now don’t have internet access for another week.
At least I could post on WordPress. Now even that’s impossible, and this is being published by Geoff at work once more…you know the pack drill by now.
There seems to be a dreary inevitablity to all this.
I may see you on The Other Side, if there is an Other Side.
Even though I’m in a very TETCHY mood, I’m going to wish you all a very merry Christmas and happy 2008.
…or 2009…or 2010…
Where would you like us to hang the Christmas ornaments?
One does get the feeling that, let alone a piss-up in a brewery, BT couldn’t organise a gangbang in a San Francisco bath house in about 1978, even if everyone brought their own lube.
Oh no! You aren’t emigrating Betty? It’s ironic that you are almost named after BT though.
BT once left me without a phone line for almost 3 weeks because they were too lazy to come out and fix it. That was before the days of mobiles. Earlier this year they turned up and spent a whole afternoon fixing a phone line they’d disconnected 10 years ago (I got cable). I left them to it and laughed – and showed them the disconnected socket – when they asked to test it!
I think the dralon curtains will just about last until then but you might want to put up something nice for the Olympics?
They managed to screw up my internet when I first had it installed. Completely useless. Hopefully once it’s sorted, you’ll never have to worry about it ever again.
This is all a sham, isn’t it Betty? You’ve really gone to night-school to do combined pottery and hermeneutics and you’re too shy to tell us….
Hello Tetchy.
I have recently had similar probs with Barclays, British gas (or whatever they are called now) and DVLA…..mutter, mutter, mutter.
We’ll all be going back to Basildon Bond soon.
Happy Christmas!
May I add the lovely people at the Child Tax Credit (or whatever it’s called) on the list of those first against the wall – apparently, although I don’t claim Child Tax Credit I owe them £298 – how lovely.
Tetchier
BT suck huge hairy arse if you’ve got a Mac.
NEVER phone them for support! The bill will bankrupt you.
Hang in there. It could be worse – it could be raining! (oh, hang on a minute…..)
Virgin Media are utterly shite as well, if that’s any interest.
btw I nicked ‘galloping knobrash’ off of The Guardian. I likes it.
see also tiscali.
cnuts.
Betty,
W’re all still here, I think……..but the food’s almost gone and we’re down to the last cup of water. Hurry!
they are all rubbish – worst was ntl before it became Virgin Media.
I cannot beleive this – can’t they tell you the code over the phone? Oh no, its not connected!
I live a bit of the way out of town so the phone lines for the 4 houses round about me all come from a telegraph pole situated in our back garden. We migrated to cable ages ago as we wanted to reduce the wiring in the house. Meanwhile BT came to replace the telegraph pole … we are now the only house who doesn’t have a BT line and we are the ony ones with the pole – at least they paid us £100 for the privilege!
I’m beginning to hallucinate and have started to sing Joe Dolce’s No1 1980 hit “Shaddapayourface” to myself continuously. Please come back soon and save me from myself..
You could be the anti-Maureen Lipman.
Not anti Maureen, obviously, who I’m sure is loely, but anti BT.
Although I think quite a lot of people are anti BT.
Bulldog broadybands were the worst of the worst of the WORST though. It was like they proactively set out to ruin your life, ravage your pets and pee in your socksandpants drawer.
Loely?
Lovely.
Idiot.
Ronnie Hazledhurst is dead and you’re not here.
That’s funny. Ronnie Hazlehurst died too.
I used to have a drink with Ronnie in the Helios bar at Television Centre – that was 100m years ago!