First it's New York, then London... and now Woking is hit by a power cut. It's a sign, the end of civilisation is obviously on it's way - well maybe that's being a tad over-dramatic, but it did manage to knacker my Freeview box (I've got a new one now, the Panasonic TU-CT20, it's much better than my old one).



This meant that the early part of the evening's socialising was done in the dark, without crappy pub music, and at £8 for a round of three warm bottles of Stella. For the rest of the evening it was business as usual, I'm pretty sure I didn't piss off too many people this week, except maybe for those people in Virginia who learned a few new Anglo-Saxon swear words over XBox Live.