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I’m generally quite a satisfied customer of my broadband service provider, NTL, not because they have gone out of the way to provide good service or anything, but because the service they do provide generally just works. I really do get 10Mb/s download speeds and there is very little downtime – partly a result, I think, of my getting a cable modem shortly before most of the UK signed up for ADSL in an area where there’s not too much cable TV consumption – the system probably isn’t too heavily loaded. They don’t interfere with my traffic too much, either.

The latest envelope to come through my door from them, however, is a bit annoying. In cheery terms it tells you about the new phone numbers for Customer Service and for Broadband technical support. In smaller text at the bottom it mentions that these are premium rate numbers. Not hugely expensive ones, I’ll admit, but the only thing that has made the current customer service bearable has been the fact that it was a toll-free number, so you could just put the speakerphone on and do other things for 15 minutes while they told you they were “experiencing an unusually high volume of calls at present” – it’s always unusual.

Now, I’m sorry, NTL, but when I’m paying you a few hundred pounds a year already, I don’t expect to be billed for the privilege of sitting in a queue trying to tell you when your service isn’t working. This is probably a misguided attempt to be able to quote better customer support statistics to senior management, but it isn’t the way to win friends and influence people.

When will businesses learn that having a queue of any size is an indication of inefficiency in your system? That it’s perhaps the most simple way to annoy your customers? That they are actively thinking bad things about you while looking at your logo or listening to messages about your other exciting services?

This is something the airlines in particular need to understand. It’s not acceptable to require your customers to turn up three hours ahead of their flight on the pretext of security, simply so that they can stand in a queue for the first hour. You need to employ more staff, or you need to make arrangements with the other airlines that you’ll check in each other’s customers. Trust me, it’ll pay you back! Next time you’re in an airport, imagine how customers would flock to the first company that advertised itself as the No-Queueing Airline…

I was listening to the radio a few days ago and heard an American complaining that, for all the advances in technology, the cars coming out of the factories still do 28 miles per gallon and that doesn’t seem to be changing very fast. The British presenter pointed out, with an air of smug superiority, that this was an American problem and that cars over here do 40 mpg.

Now, it is true that European cars are smaller and generally more economical than the substantial beasts that come out of Detroit, but the difference isn’t as great as you might think from a quick glance at the numbers, for a simple reason: US gallons are smaller than British gallons. It’s surprising how many people don’t know this. Both gallons have eight pints, but a US pint is 16 fl.oz and a British one is 20 fl.oz (for some strange reason, probably to do with beer consumption). A UK gallon is therefore 25% bigger.

So, my fellow countrymen, when you read a US-based web page advertising a car that does 40mpg, remember that yours will have to do noticeably more than 50mpg before you are entitled to feel smug!

Ah – I’ve been wondering how long it would take Paypal to get into m-Payment schemes. Now they have.

I think most of my readers live in the northern hemisphere, and I’m sure most of you (being the sort of chaps and chapesses of whom Baden Powell would approve) will know how to find the Pole Star at night, and hence know which way is north.

But if one finds oneself in the southern hemisphere, looking up at the Southern Cross instead of Ursa Major, how does one find south? Here’s the answer. So now you know.

Here’s the real thing, from my balcony tonight. The Cross is lying on its side in the top half of the image and the pointer stars are in the lower half. So south is probably somewhere near your scrollbar.

And, incidentally, if you want to explore the night sky in a little more detail, you could do a lot worse than install Stellarium…

I’m at the impressive Rhodes memorial with a spectacular view over Cape Town.

I’m also drinking Earl Grey, and reading John Buchan. Seems appropriate, somehow.

A nice article in the Times by Bryan Appleyard about what makes Apple so interesting, as it approaches its 30th brithday.

I’m writing this on a flight from Johannesburg to Cape Town operated by the low-cost airline Kalula. We had the usual departure delays that one expects from budget airlines, but otherwise I’m quite impressed; the seats are spacious and comfortable and the staff are friendly.

What will stick in my memory, however, was the safety briefing, which was a hoot. Extracts that I can remember include:

“In case of a loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will descend from the panel above your head. Please stop screaming and pull the mask towards you, which will start the flow of oxygen…”

“In the event of a landing on water, you will find beneath your seat the latest fashion in lifejackets. Please place this over your head and tie the straps securely around your waist, as you may actually survive this…”

“…please help children, and passengers acting like children….”

“Please ensure that your mobile phones are switched off, as they may interfere with the aircraft systems, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to end up in Zimbabwe.”