Paste’n’Go

One other thing (which Jann mentions in a comment below) I experienced yesterday with Firefox was that all of a sudden all my keyboard shortcuts stopped working.

I couldn’t use [tab] to switch between form fields (which is one of the things I do a lot of, for some godforsaken reason) , couldn’t use Ctrl+Enter in the address bar, nowt.

Turns out, it’s a bug in the Paste’n’Go extension – that had an update yesterday as well, and it just blew the keyboard shortcuts away.

If you disable that extension, all the keyboard shortcuts come back…


Sorted

Amazingly, both BT and Sky did what they’d promised.

By the time the Sky man arrived (at about 10am) the phone line was active – broadband didn’t come online ’til about 5pm, but BT had said that it could be anytime ’til 8pm. So that’s OK.

But surely this is a sign of the impending apocalypse?


Diet Coke

Why is it that the following phrase has so many problems being understood?

A Diet Coke, please, with no ice or lemon

Over the last two months, I’ve been eating in restaurants four nights out of seven. Some places have become regular haunts, some have been one-offs, some are just irregular “when I feel like it”s. But the commonality with all of them is that it’s incredibly rare to get what I ask for.

  • Drink with ice, but no lemon. Common
  • Drink with no ice, but lemon. Equally common
  • Drink with both. Worryingly common
  • Drink with neither – i.e. what I ordered. Depressingly rare

I just don’t get what the issue is with that order…


Bobble-Hats

I know I give them fairly regular links and comments here, but I still really like Innocent Drinks and their attitude to life in general.

At the moment, they’re doing a very silly, but really good promotion where the bottles have little knitted bobble-hats. Even better, for every one of these bottles sold, innocent will give 50p to Age Concern. With the 175,000 bobble-hats that’ve been done for innocent, that adds up to £87,500 given to Age Concern.

Absolutely brilliant – and really nice to see a company leading the way on things like this.

Oh, and the bobble-hats fit perfectly on mobile phones, for extra silliness.


Sky Redux

Following on from the farce a couple of days ago with dealing with the idiots at Sky’s “Customer Services” I called them again.

Six calls to India later, having dealt with idiots who couldn’t take down phone numbers correctly, in fact couldn’t do anything correctly, and were incapable of passing a phone-call to anyone else in the department – cutting me off each time, which meant I then had to call back – I ended up speaking to someone in the UK call centre instead.

And lo, the Moving Home form hadn’t been received, so I had to go through it all again. What a shocker. Even better, I’ve paid £40 for an installation fee, then been told they can’t find a free slot, so they’ll call me back.

That, of course, was 24 hours ago, and nothing’s happened.

Sky really are a useless bunch of cunts. It almost makes me want to go back to NTL. Not quite, though.


Preparation for Moving

One of the supposedly fun things when it comes to moving is the transfer of existing stuff to the new place. Over the last couple of days I’ve had two experiences that were polar opposites.

First, BT. Amazingly – and obviously we still need to see the proof of it next Friday – they’ve been really efficient, and seem to be pretty well organised. I’ve been able to call them, organise the connection of a new phone line, and have the ADSL connection done at the same time, and making sure it’s ready to go on the day we move in. In addition, I know what our new account number will be, what the new phone number will be, and also everything is in place for getting the final bill sorted once we’ve moved – they’ll tell me how much it’ll be, and it’ll be paid by direct debit. And how long did it take to get everything sorted? One phone call, maybe fifteen minutes all told. Most impressive.

And then, of course, we come to Sky. So far I’ve had to register our user account online, go through the Sky website (a sack of shit in itself) follow useless ‘help’ information, fill in a form, and receive absolutely no information in return about whether they a) have received the information about us moving house, or b) will do anything about it.

So I tried calling them direct, and it took at least five minutes to get through five levels of automated voice stuff, “to direct me to the right person”. Once I’d eventually got to the ‘correct’ location, the person in the call-center answering told me their systems were down, and I’d have to try again! And all at national rate, too. I was promised a callback, but that hasn’t happened yet either.

So, BT are currently looking pretty impressive, and – as usual – Sky are looking like total tosspots.


Bizarre

As I think I’ve said before, I’m a member (or gullible sucker, whichever) of one of those mail-order book club things.

Usually, they’re not too bad, and at least I get the books I want while not paying through the nose for them from Waterstones etc.

Anyway, this month I’d ordered The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly, one of my favourite authors. And that’s definitely what the delivery note said they’d sent, too.

Only when I opened the box, it wasn’t the Book of Lost Things at all. Instead, it was this…

Mustn't Grumble, by Terry Wogan
Yes, “Mustn’t Grumble” by Terry Fucking Wogan.

Now really, how the blinking chuff do you get those two mixed up?!? The mind boggles…