A key snapping in a frozen petrol cap, a flat tyre, and my broadband router going pop last night, halfway through my writing something involved yet vaguely interesting. That's my new year so far, roll on twenty bollocking eleven.
Sky oxymoronically told me a replacement is on its way, and will be with me "lightning quick, probably Friday", so with the router currently flashing its lights at random, seemingly recreating the final scenes of Close Encounters, without actually performing its main purpose on this earth, articles will be sparse for a couple of days.
I expect the central heating will pack up tonight.
