This post comes to you from Sunderland. I am working oop north for a couple of days.
It’s currently 2:30 in the morning and I am surfing the internet, whilst I wait for the video server card that I have changed to come back online.
However, I say surfing, but it’s really more of a paddle in the gently lapping waves of the www. A paddle just up to my ankles.
I’m having to use my mobile broadband dongle to get access to the internet. But it’s slow. So, so slow. Both here and back at my hotel room.
I cannot get a 3G connection. It’s just… well, G.
Did I mention how slow it is?
Remember the days of dial-up modems? Watching that little egg timer revolve for hours on end? Well, it’s slower than that. Because todays web is built for broadband and contains so much feature-rich content, that anything slower than a 2MB connection renders it painful to use.
With my 20MB service at home, I guess I take it for granted. The web is something that is just… there. Waiting for me to spend more time on it, than is considered healthy by most doctors. And the World Health Organisation. And Sir Tim Berners-Lee.
Probably.
I’m looking forward to coming home. I don’t like it here in the stone age.
You wait until you have to visit the Northampton office, then you’ll know what slow is!
Canny lad! When I were on the Tyne we used to think it would be reet grand to have G. We had to make do with B. Aye. Lucky you are.
B? You ‘ad B?
Whoer, you were lucky! We used to dream of B.
We only had 56K and each night our dad would make us listen to its screeching tones whilst he tried to establish a connection.
Graham - please don’t make me go to Northampton. Pleeeeze!
For such wasted hours such as these there is an alternative old fashioned way to pass the time, It’s called reading a book. Some of them are quite good and you dont need a password just an imagination, Oh and some have lady bumps as well..
So I’ve heard
A book, you say? Interesting concept.
I’ll look into it.