Internet connectivity, the yoof of today wouldn’t even know of a time when connection meant a black box plugged into your telephone line (so you couldn’t make of receive calls), listening to the squealing handshake to achieve a massive 56k at best.

In the the non-flooding canal area which had nothing originally (we invested in satellite broadband which was really cool unless it rained, was sunny or snowed and if a pigeon landed on the LMB it would explode) and then Fibre to The Cab arrives with 60Mb downloads. And then we moved! Now here we are and mr monolithic telecoms provider can offer 2Mb, really.

After much searching and argh bargy, we found a different provider who accepted the order, dug up the road, laid new cables and sent a grumpy ole fella to plug in a router “I have to do this, it’s my job and I hate it”.

And yes, we are back!!!!!! Porn never looked so good.