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Wednesday 09 September 2009

Back in the room

Well, I'm back! I should have been back last week, but BT have introduced me to new levels of pain and frustration having taken over a month to sort out a broadband connection... Useless would be a kind way of putting it.


Anyway, letting the blogging begin!

Posted by Mark Thwaite
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Wednesday 09 September 2009

Lee Kelleher says...

Welcome back Mark. Hope the move went well, (apart from the BT shenanigans that is!)

Wednesday 09 September 2009

Kit Maude says...

Welcome back old fella! It's nice to be reminded that soul sucking bureaucratic troubles occur even in the most developed* of countries. So you weren't seduced by a life without internet?

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