Pie for the Sky
I have something of a love/hate relationship with Sky . Hardware-wise, it's streets ahead of its great competitor Virgin Media, whose unresponsive and utterly frustrating EPG and V+ system I currently wrestle with on a daily basis. If it had been my choice to switch from Sky when I moved away from my smoke-infested Crouch End flat (making a fresh start and all that) then I wouldn't have much cause for complaint. The galling thing is that I was told specifically by my new landlady that the building management people did not like to see dishes on their walls. I have pathetically acquiesced to these demands despite half the people in this block brazenly using dishes in spite of several sternly-worded (but alas empty) threatening letters, thereby advancing the idea that cheating gets you ahead and reinforcing the old maxim of nice guys always finishing last. That certainly applies to poor old Vince Cable, slapped down and humiliated after being stitched up by the Torygraph as par