Broadbandless, I am.

Good grief. Seems I underestimated just how long it would take me to get back online. Hate to lay blame, but BT (British Telecoms) is kind of like Telkom, just with a British accent. Unless they put you through to their callcentre in India, that is, which is about the highlight of my struggle to arrange broadband at my new home in London. Thus, I've been forced to join the local library, which limits me to PRECISELY one hour of web access each day. But at least it's free, unlike the cramped Korean iCafe around the corner which doles out my iFix at £1/20mins. As a result, my posts will be less frequent until I can convince BT they should deliver a wireless hub SO I CAN GIVE THEM SOME MONEY.

So, you might ask yourself just what I've been doing without the web in my life. The answer is this:

Shantaram

That's right. Read this book. It's profound importance will become apparent about 1 page in. In fact, it's so important that I've been compelled to make it the subject of my first post in 21 days. And before you rush out to write the screenplay, forget about it. It's done. And Johnny Depp has been cast as Roberts. There's so much more I want to share with you, but, alas, my cyber-time is drawing to a close. Plus, I'm off to the Tate Turbine Room to slip down the 5-storey slide produced by Carsten Holler and sponsored by Unilever. Again. But that's another post, isn't it.

Feeling, disconnected,

habit47