Not only am I buying a computer fast enough to bring me out of the dark ages, but finally I’m getting fibre Broadband.
‘So what?’ I hear you say.
You have to remember that this country has the slowest broadband speed in the known galaxy. My upload speed is about 75K – I could write faster than that. And my fastest download speed has never risen above 4Mbit, and that’s in the middle of the night, on a Sunday, on a holiday and providing there isn’t anything on the TV that anyone in the entire country wants to watch, and that FaceBook and Twitter are both off line at the same time.
Ten years ago I worked for a company whose head office was in Singapore, and they had a broadband speed (then) of 1 Gbit and they thought it was boring. “Well doesn’t everyone have the same speed?” they demanded, knowing full well that everyone else didn’t.
So tomorrow I’m switching to fibre, and do you know what my pitiful demand was of the service provider? I wanted an absolute guarantee of 10 mbit, because I have a teenage daughter.
“Well, it might be a bit tricky but I can perhaps get you…
“No, I want ten – minimum.”
You’d think I was asking for the world and not something the rest of humanity takes for granted.
Can’t wait. No more buffering for five minutes just to see the pop up adds for things I don’t even want so that I can turn them off.