Fancy Web Site Sucks Donkeys

So as noted below, with a wee bit of time on my hands I'm using this quiet time to plan my life. OK, there's proper work-type '07 planning that I could do, but it's afternoon on 21st December for, ehem, Christsakes.

Equally, I'm not that organised and am only planning ahead for the next five or six hours...

Miss P knocked-off work for the year at lunchtime today to buy gifts in the West End (silly girl) this afternoon. Also she's staying in town to get squiffy on poo (the expensive kind too, I'll wager) with a couple of her best friends this evening.

This leaves me home alone and therefore in need of cultural edification.

Of course, I completed all of my shopping weeks ago -- online and ostensibly from a very well-established and reliable outlet with a Brazilian river theme. I'm now reliably informed by said site that everything I ordered has been sourced, wrapped and delivered to where we're spending Christmas this year -- not our home or work -- so no heavy-lifting or cluttered Mini on the 24th.

Please note -- this is a good Web site delivering a very satisfying Web service. Sadly though, even today with the Webby world hitting university entry age, many sites still fail to do what they're supposed to.

So, with the prospect of an evening to myself, access to the Web and a bit of time this avo I thought it a splendid idea to visit my cableco's VOD Web site and see what kind of 'exlosive werewolves battle mutant robot assasins from outta space' flick might be available for my televisual entertainment tonight.

(Note too, this level of forward planning is rather sensible as scrolling through all 700 available titles in real-time on my TV at home takes about an hour to complete. What a waste of quality video nasty time.)

But my plan falls at the first fence. Problem is that this cutting edge entertainment site is sooo hip and nooo meedja, its complete reliance on Flash renders it impossble to navigate -- this is before it stalls for a few minutes before crashing out of Explorer... every time.

How cool. How hip. How blood annoying.

Sod the filum. I'm going to the Shakespeare for a pint or two instead..