No Internet, no life.

Now I'm no techno-geek, nor am I obsessed with Facebook as a website itself. I scarcely do quizzes, applications (I've whittled it down to Scrabble currently), and I don't inform everyone with a status every time i decide to eat a carrot.
However, I do take issue with not being able to contact my friends, find out what they're up to, see if they fancy meeting up for a jolly good ole' chinwag.
Without internet, this becomes highly difficult, not to mention boring. Some people don't have money on their mobile phones, so they can't text. Some people are just so bloody slow!
And the world cup isn't 24/7, so no matter how much football there is on telly, there's a good 2 hours in the middle where I need to contact other human beings!!
Having the ability to hijack internet is both a relief and a source of pure fury. A relief that for 30-60 minutes I have access to the internet, the fury that it keeps dropping every few minutes, and there's the long reboot. By this point in the blog, it has collapsed twice or thrice. It is indeed a nightmare, and I can't wait for Sky to get there arses in gear and get our phoneline operating properly.
On the plus side, they did an awesome job with our HD. You can see the football rippling the precious hair of Cristiano Ronaldo, and the tears welling from within his eyes.
marvelous.
The world cup is on our screens again, as if you didn't know already. I mean, there's only so much publicity you can give to a country's football tournament where Desmond Tutu and a giant Dung Beetle are used to publicise football, something which isn't involved in either religion, politics nor wildlife, so frankly involvement of such establishments is baffling.
However, you've got to love it
especially if the French lose, again.
Nothing better than mocking cheese eating surrender monkeys
marvelous
God save the Queen ;) x