So, for the first time in ten years, I had to call BT's technical support line. I've heard some stories about these people, but never experienced them first hand because, to be perfectly fair, our broadband service has not faltered once in a decade.
To my relief, I learned that favours are just little presents you give to everyone. But I didn't know that. And because I didn't even know of their existence, they would not have been present at the wedding, had I organised it.
...in the ten years they've paid someone else to pump gas and electricity into my house, the only offer I've had from them is for boiler cover. Or a new boiler. Free of charge, I wondered? No, I'd have to pay for either, but they would send the nice smiley man you see on the adverts who definitely wouldn't rape me.
Originally, I had a crack at PostADay2011. If you imagine PostAWeek2011 being a kickabout in the local park, its more frequent sibling is akin to playing against the current Barcelona team. On your own. Naked. Tied to an old man.
I was also disappointed by Optimus Prime's trailer which for all intents and purposes looked like an oversized Oliver Adams sandwich van.