My Internet connection went awry.
I rang the techie hotline, got some kid
who sounded like he'd been up half the night
with several ounces of Jamaica's best.
He ran me through configurations I
had checked and double-checked. But still, I did
it all again. He said "They seem all right"
and didn't have a lot else to suggest.
The problem, it transpired, wasn't mine
but theirs. Their servers balked at the amount
of folk online. I'd paid out 50 pence
a minute just for talking to this dope.
When ISPs say everything is fine
their end, it's time to cancel your account.
For "techie" read "a prat, no common sense".
For "tech support" read "money for old rope".
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