Unconnected events

Had a meeting this morning, in the area of St Paul's and St George's Church (I've always wished there was a corresponding St John's and St Ringo's, but life is full of small disappointments).

During the meeting, one of the clients suggested we set up some kind of Skype link so we could present to them face-to-face via the magic of t'Internet. As they're in Holland, we're not, and there's loads to do, this seemed like a great wheeze. "We'll get right onto it," we said - and left the meeting.

"Brrrr brrrr," cheeped the phone, minutes later. "Hi Red," said a voice from the business centre. "Sorry about this, but the Internet's down, I'm afraid. Not sure when it'll be fixed."

Bugger.