Overview of a comms cock-up

‘Ere. I Wanna tell you  story (that’s my Max Bygraves impersonation, by the way…)Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.This is a story about a massive telephone billing cock-up, distressed and angry deafies (myself included), Twitter power and – oh the irony – the utter failure of a telecommunications company to communicate effectively.

I’m no royalist, but…

… I was mesmerised by today’s royal wedding. I must be getting soppy in my old age.

I had intended just to tune in for The Frock – but three

hours later, I was still in front of the telly, soaking in the visual atmosphere live from the Mall. (I was less than interested in the mutterings from the so-called experts in the studio. Lordy lord. Talk about money for old rope.)

Anyway, I think it’s fair to say, that one thing Britain does very well is pomp and pageantry. If it were an Olympic event we would sweep the boards every four years. It does fill you with a sense of pride.

The last time I sat down to watch this kind of thing was Charles and Di’s nuptials – when I was a mere teenager. I seem to remember the main talking point amongst my aunties was the sheer horror and impracticality of her dress. What was she thinking? Then we ate lots of cake.

I think it’s fair to say, Kate nailed that one today – the dress, that is, not the cake.