My Internet seems to be back up and running after a chain of negotiations and pleas which went all the way to Australian PM Julia Gillard herself. She invited me to her office and we talked for half an hour about the way forward for Australian broadband. We had a satisfactory meeting and I’m now writing this on her personal computer, resisting the temptation to glance at her inbox.
It ought to be said that the Internet issue on this occasion is one of a catalogue of problems with the hotel I’m in. For now I’m going to resist naming and shaming, but bearing in mind what’s happened to Paul G-ddard in this year’s show, you’d think people would be more circumspect about making an enemy of me. I can only think the hotel management haven’t seen the show yet.
I like to think blogging will now return to semi-regularity, but if it doesn’t, assume I am thwarted by technology rather than dead. Thanks.