Twattage

Thank you for your email about the problems you have experienced with the incorrect delivery of mail.

I am sorry to learn that your mail was delivered incorectly and left outside. I realise there can be no excuse for the misdelivery of mail which is clearly and correctly addressed and I would like to apologise for the concern you have been caused.

I have reported this issue to your local Delivery Office Manager and I have been advised that there are no problems with the way your mail is sorted prior to delivery. This leads me to conclude that this mistake happened as a result of human error..

You have my assurance that we are not complacent about our failures. In order to prevent this happening again the Delivery Officer responsible has been interviewed and will ensure that more care is taken in future, by checking the mail
both before and during delivery.

Please accept my apologies, for the annoyance and inconvenience you have been caused. If you have any further difficulties or require any information or advice about the various services we provide please do not hesitate to contact us quoting your reference number on 08457 740 740 or on Textphone(for the hard of hearing)08456 000 606 or email us at contactus@royalmail.com and we will be happy to help.

Postwatch, the independent consumer body for postal services, exists to represent customers’ interests. If you would like further information, they can be contacted on 08456 013 265 or at Freepost Postwatch.

Yours sincerely

JB

Customer SErvices

Aching arsebanditry. This was in response to a complaint I made a month ago about the fluntcapping twadgeknacker who decided to abandon an Amazon package at my front door on a weekend when no-one was in the house. An Amazon package with £100ish worth of stuff inside, and which basically advertised for the whole weekend “hey look, chavs of Manchester, no-one’s been home to pick up this parcel, so feel free to nick it, or break in and wander round the house at your leisure“

So yes, I’m going to complain a bit further on this one. Apologies don’t break the ice – and they’d do even less if the house had been broken into. And if some little scally had taken advantage of the package and nicked it, I bet the Royal Snail would have a whole load more shit to deal with than just me complaining.

Image Blocking

“Every image of a child that appears on the internet is a picture of a child that has been abused and that must remain firmly fixed in our minds as a key priority for taking the actions that we are determined to take.”

Absolute bollocks. I can think of many examples where family photos of children are online, and there’s no abuse involved at all. Fair enough, I can see the point(ish) in BT blocking images of child porn – there’s a lot of Big Brother implications to it as well though.

For example, what if BT (and other ISPs) were to decide that they didn’t want certain news to be disseminated via the internet? Could/Would they block it? The technology is supposedly there to do so.

But to say – publicly – that every picture of a child is a picture of abuse is, frankly, utter utter bollocks.

Intentional?

Is it just me, or is there a distinct similarity between these two images?

One’s of El Presidente Blair, the other’s the poster from Hannibal.

Another One Bites The Dust

According to The Register, the US has scrapped the CAPPS II project. Another $102m down the drain in the name of anti-terrorism. It’s laughable.

CAPPS was supposed to be able to “spot” terrorists (or rather, potential terrorists) in the passenger lists of flights coming to the US.

CAPPS II was once meant to identify potential evil-doers by snooping through credit card, phone and car registration databases and deciding whether or not a traveller was who he claimed to be.

© The Register

It’s never worked, has been plagued with errors, and has now been scrapped, to be replaced by some other as-yet-unnamed system.

I don’t know if it’s just me that feels like this, but the only country that terrorism has put me off visiting is – um – the US. Score one for Osama, then.

WordPress

Yes, I’m doing badly on WordPress. I think I’ve imported all the stuff from Blogger (although of course I’ll now need to do that again) but the templates have utterly fragged my head. Over the weekend, and today, I’ve found that my head’s not getting round them at all. I don’t know why, because PHP is normally a piece of piss as far as I’m concerned, but there’s something that’s just not clicking with me, and I don’t know why.

The template documentation isn’t helping either – I can understand(ish) the necessary tages, I just can’t find anything that really explains how the loop gets built, and where all the crap goes. It’s frustrating.

I think some of the problem is that I’ve had some sleep, which invariably leads to my brain being – well – fluffy, to say the least. I suppose that this week is perhaps not the best time to be looking at a complete change and upgrade anyway, as I’m only here ’til Wednesday, and then updates will be *cough* sporadic ’til Tuesday. Better things to see and do, and all that jazz. But for now I’m going to continue trying to get my head round this sack of shite, and see how I do.

Dragonfly Lights

The photos aren’t perfect, primarily because – well – the lighting conditions were crap. *Grin* But yes, they’re up, and yes, I love them. So there.

Spiderman 2

It’s still a quiet weekend (well, comparatively) although I’ve done a fair amount of stuff at the same time. In addition, I thought “Ah, the hell with it, go and spend a couple of hours in a seat in front of some giggling morons, getting the seatback kicked in”. Well, I didn’t, I thought “Chuff it, I’ll go and see Spiderman 2” – the rest just kind of happened from there.

Anyway. was it worth it? Yeah, in a way. It’s a fun film, no denying that, although I must admit I didn’t enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the first one. There’s the occasional moral section that doesn’t so much sneak in under the perceptions as whack you round the head with a very big kipper. Maybe it needs that in order to impinge on Americans. Of course, I wish it’d impinged on the retard scallie munters sat behind me, who insisted on talking and kicking the seats all through the showing. Deeply annoying, but not much you can do except either tell ’em to fuck off, or figure a way to break their legs.

Still, it was an enjoyable break for a couple of hours. And now I’m going to sod off and do more domestic things. Scary, isn’t it?