Seeing as I'm paying a fair amount of money for a site I don't really use that much, I've decided to set up my blog at my Prosody page.

 

http://www.prosody.co.uk/blog

 

That's

 

 

See you there.

I have sampled its delights and dangers. I was involved in a brilliantly exciting match which was decided right on the finish line - I thought I'd just snatched it and punched the air and cheered, but it turned out I had just missed out. I must have been a split-second thing.

 

I started out in a four-player race, which was down to three by the end of the first course, two by the end of the second and ended with the last player dropping out in the middle of course three. Therefore I won, but it wouldn't show up because people disconnected. Oh well.

I certainly hope so, anyway.

 

BT rang us up today to tell us that we couldn't get broadband. This was something of a shock, and even more of a shock when I connected to the Internet. At home. Using broadband.

 

"I'm currently talking to Ofcom."

Yes, we are finally online here in York.

 

This makes life good.

I received this email today. It was sent one year ago.

 

Hi James of the Future,

This is good, isn't it? Here are my predictions for this day in a year's time -
let's see how I do;

1. You will be 22 years old. One-nil!
2. You'll be living with Hannah and Kelly in York, studying hard to become a
teacher.
3. You'll own, or plan to own the new Nintendo console. Again, that's another
given.
4. Long Distance will be finished. Bit of a dodgy one, that.
5. Hannah's probably reading this, and is laughing at how stupid you are,
sending predictions to your future self.

Okay, that's enough chicanery for one day. Hopefully you'll be happy and healthy
and all that jazz when reading this. If not, then let me know what I can do
about it.

Lots of love,

James

I was spot-on, apart from the last one.

 

Send yourself a message - www.futureme.org

We've had the stuff for a week now, and we still can't connect. They have messed us about for a long time, and Thursday is the deadline. If I don't make another blog post on Thursday, you can be certain that BT are full of shit. Well, it's a fairly safe bet anyway, but that would prove it.

 

Fingers crossed.

Wasn't that witty?

 

I go home tomorrow, which means no more blogging for quite a while.

 

Please, hold your tears. I will return at some point to write some more things about some topics.

 

Planning is my strong point.