Virtual Insanity

Mr & Miss here,

sorry we've been missing so long, but our internet got disconnected because we didn't pay our bill for 5 months. So we thought we'd take advantage of the situation and interact with people in the real world instead of just poking random bodies on facebook hoping (please god) that they'd poke us back.

Well actually this is a lie. We didn't choose to take advantage...we were forced by our internet provider to find other, old fashioned forms of entertainment. And it must be said, it's been a pretty good week.

It all started last Tuesday when we arrived home to find a rather large bill demanding immediate payment. We, literally, spent the night sat around the dining room table panicking about what the hell we were going to do. We couldn't watch downloaded movies, we couldn't check facebook, we couldn't try and flirt with strangers who aren't interested, we couldn't stalk old flames and people we hate and we couldn't watch endless hours of hilarious animal clips on you tube (there are talking cats on there!). We eventually, in desparation, called P who 'apparently' has better things to do with his time rather than to help nerds like us.

So we thought, "fuck you P", we can have this thing called a 'life' too. The following night Mr and myself went down to the Southbank for a lovely dinner and stroll along the river. Ok, granted, we did spend most of the evening talking about what we would be doing if we had the internet but, baby steps baby steps.

Then the night after we found a new local pub and did a quiz. Managed to bag ourselves a free bottle of wine for our efforts.

Then on Friday, we went to Popstarz...which we have never been to before, even though we have lived in London for almost 5 years. The Scot pulled after 5 minutes, I spent the night stalking a fit girl but couldn't pluck up the courage to go and humiliate myself by talking to her, L spent most of the night smoking out the back and Mr accosted some poor girl and demanded that she be his new best friend. Maybe if we hadn't spent so much time on the internet we would actually be able to start conversations with types of humans that don't intimidate us.

With this in mind we headed back to our old university, back to a simpler time when you could while away a whole week getting drunk in a cheap pub and chatting to whatever person you liked. It mattered not whether their facebook profile had similar interests to yours. I even met up with a girl I have been chatting to on the internet...and found it was more fun talking to someone when you can hear their voice.

Within 5 days we had all noticed that without the internet we had had much more fun, done more interesting things and met new people. In the spirit of this new freedom from technology we decided to get rid of our tv license so we'd have even less distractions.

The internet came back on last night. We haven't been out since. The Scot went upstairs with his new webcam and is still yet to emerge and Mr and I have been behaving like 12 year olds by winding up people with fetishes in cyber sex chat rooms.

It's all very well being one of these people who 'put's themselves out there', but we're glad to be back amongst the hoardes of anonymous faces pretending they have a life. Is it a bit sad that when we were taking photos of our adventures during that week we kept saying - 'oooh that's one for facebook'?