Do nothing layabout

Being unemployed is boring. Even J's task list doesn't fill the day. The most exciting time has been the visit of the plumber to see why the unit below had mushrooms: it turns out we had two elements going in the hot water cylinder so it was continuously boiling, and the overflow seems to have leaked instead of flowed. That probably won't help the power bill, but then we haven't received one of those yet for some reason, despite at least one call. (Two as of one minute ago.)

We went to a nice movie last night - 2 Days in Paris - a comedy about a couple's relationship. It's worth seeing as it's funny, pretty well acted and the story hangs together OK. (There go any pretensions of being a reviewer.) This weekend sees open days at many of the buildings around the city. I want to see inside the Redcliffe caves, the Clifton tunnel railway and some of the churches, (and whatever J wants). We'll have to allow for a few World Cup matches of course, and may have to nurse a pint through the opening match on friday night, our time. (It's easy - just buy one of their horrible ales and you can make it last all night.)

Tomorrow there's a talk on the need to have curation and mediation of Internet information. The speaker's argument is that there is simply too much crap out there and that if the Internet is to avoid drowning in it there will need to be a return to mediated/reviewed/curated sources. (The experience of Wikipedia might tend to support this.) It might be an interesting debate.

Those of you with broadband might like to watch this animation: http://www.topyoutubevideos.com/movie.php?go=B3

Thanks for your comments on my rant. The CAB thinks at first glance my case has some merit so they're looking into it further. I'd love to publicise this somehow but then I think that would be exactly the vindictive behaviour Col Blimp has accused me of. The thing is, what if others have had similar poor communication? How do you find out about them? Sigh.