Optus - about as useful as Derby were to the last English Premier League season

Over the last two days I have endured the distinctly unpleasant experience of dealing with Optus’ horrendous (lack of) customer service.

My phone has a full signal bar, yet I can neither make or receive calls or sms. There is no problem with the handset as I get the same problem when I played switcheroo with the sim cards.

Thank God the woman at the Optus call centre with the faux American accent told me that this was just a problem with my area! Never mind that another user in my household who also has the misfortune of being with Optus had no such problems.

Thank God that she promised it would be all fixed by today and fobbed me off. Well I am sure it will come as no great shock to you my dear fellow cynic, that my phone connection is still royally fucked!

Thanks for nothing Optus, you are useless and all your services suck and I plan to cancel my phone contract with you.

End angry blog.

Aléatoire parler

Well it’s been exactly one month since I have updated my blog, being a fan of doing things in distinctive monthly blocks (not really, just sounded like an interesting thing to claim to like), I am now updating it. Sort of.

I have been busy working, pillaging, plundering, drafting alliances between nations and calling broadcasting equipment various inventive profanities and haven’t gotten around to updating Cydonian Nights.

Please accept the above random mathematical graph as a gesture of my gratitude for you returning to read my blog after I haven’t posted for so long.

My French is getting better by the way, so I will deliver my next sentence in Français.

Maintenant je pars pour manger quelques châtaignes rôties.