Dear Mr Branson
Or may I call you Dick?
I pay your company forty quid ($65) a month for "TWENTY" megashites of broadband. At that speed you'd imagine that I could surf the net faster than something that is not as fast. Like 'ONE' smegabyte.
The site I want should appear before I can even take my finger off the return key and the full length porn movie I want to watch should download quicker than a premature ejaculation. Instead, I end up hitting the return key with my fist and routing in the loft for an old magazine.
The snapshot above is the actual speed of my broadband this afternoon. Zero point two meg (0.2 Mb). That's a fifth slower than one meg (1 Mb). Or a HUNDRED times slower than forty quids worth. In fact it is only 40 pence worth (65 ¢).
I'm paying for your Ferrari while I drive around in a fucking Lada! One day I hope to bump into you. At 60 mph!
Kind regards and love to the family.
Tom
The situation has been resolved. Mr Branson's employee in Delhi arranged for a Virgin Soldier to install a new modem and refunded us a tenner on the next bill.
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