Mathew Browne

Christmas is nearly upon us, and as if it hasn’t already been sodded up enough for me, I’m now starting a cold. I’ve become very efficient at being ill during Christmas - in fact, I racked up five consecutive Christmasses in bed coughing, sniffing, wheezing, sneezing and spluttering. Though obviously I haven’t been so ill I couldn’t open my presents. I’d have to be comatose for that.

Speaking of presents, in the context of a conversation about atrocious customer services, I managed to blurt out that I’d bought a present for the Missus from play.com. Bugger.

The conversation about crappy CS came about because Bulldog Broadband had helpfully neglected to deactivate my account yesterday, despite my giving them a month’s notice, as specified in their terms and conditions. Then some rude boy phone monkey tried to tell me I’d have to wait until January to rid myself of their shitty service. I didn’t put up with it. Shortly, he assured me it would be gone as of Monday. Woooo! The only snag is, when I reconnect to BT I have to get a new phone number.

While I’m having a public whinge, I should mention the fact I stripped the skin off my left thumb furiously playing X-Men Vs. Street Fighter on my Playstation last night. It doesn’t hurt as much as one would think, given how hideous it looks. Despite this, I spent the afternoon painting. albeit gingerly to avoid infecting my fresh wound with delicious acrylic goodness.