We have finally got internet at home again! Claire and I have now moved to our lovely new and bigger flat, but I have had to wait a whole 1.5 weeks to get my broadband transferred to our new address - it has been painful and I will not deny at times I was pining!

This morning a lovely Virgin Media engineer arrived early, tools in hand, and in a flash, had the cable up the side of the flat, through the wall, and into the back of my TV set top box and cable modem. Without delay I excitedly rigged up my wireless router and instantly clicked over to Facebook. Ahhh, it is almost as good a feeling as when you get to have a long awaited wee after travelling on a long distance journey with a full bladder.

Now I can access the internet at blinding 20Mbps speeds again I feel the need utilize it by posting a weighty blog entry, but I don’t really know what to blog about, so I will just pose a question…

What is your favorite joke?
Keep them clean - any dirty ones WILL be deleted! The best one wins a prize!

“A man went to play golf for the day. He took his golf clubs and two pairs of trousers. What were the extra pair of trousers for? In case he got a hole-in-one!” –Jim’s Favorite joke of the day

Another observation I have made recently, is that when ever two females meet, they always greet each other in conversation based around the same basic formula:

Girl 1: “That’s a nice [X] { where did you get that from? | I think I saw one of those in [Y] }.”
Girl 2: “Thank you! I got it from [Y], it was reduced down to [Z]% off in the sale.”

Where:

• X = An item of clothing, bag, jewelery or hair accessory.
• Y = Shop, Newlook, Next Topshop etc.
• Z = Percentage reduction (note never actually revealing price).

It does not matter what age the girls are, or in fact what they are really wearing, this type of chatter will occur, without fail, within the first 5 minutes of then meeting. The question is, do women then actually remember where the article was brought from and then go to the shops to buy one?

The weekend before last Claire and I went to a wedding, and of course this kind on female greeting ritual was in full force with lots of women with new dresses and handbags. It is not that I am complaining, I daren’t, in fact it is better than us blokes who probably just grunt at each other. I guess this girl conversation is kind of like another form of British weather conversation?

“Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me, il nome mio nessun sapr�! No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dir� quando la luce splender�!” –Luciano Pavarotti, Nessun Dorma