Bilegrip appears to be working, but now there are other problems. These should be sorted out by the middle of next week.

The diabolical server problems of the past few weeks (last week in particular) caused the floor of PPF headquarters to look like closing time at a barbershop. The hair-tearing became so intense that most of us look now like chemotherapy patients one or two removes from having to wear a balaclava. Pity poor Gort Slypesunder whose hairline has receded to the point where he had to reach over to tear Chet LaMerde's hair. (Or should that be pity poor LaMerde.) Benoît Balz exited on eggbeater legs at the first whiff of trouble, so I was finally called back from my dung inspecting to sweep the hair into a corner and deal with the catastrophe. Our other staff member, Harold Hark, is of course still penniless in Europe. As soon as I have a free moment I'll post his latest sad sack story, Harold in Paris.

If you want a taste of what we were going through, click here. Many of these people are still locked out of their sites.

Worst of all, during the troubles not one of us remembered that none of this means anything anyway. Yet another instance of people locking themselves in a box as if there were nothing beyond it.

--TG Willikers