It was midway through Easter Sunday when I noticed my phone line wasn't working; I'd been awaiting calls from chums filling me in on the wherefores and when's of our planned visit to the pub to down a couple of cold ones, all in the name of celebrating Easter (and the fact we didn't have to go to work on the Monday). When those phone calls failed to transpire I picked up my phone to be greeted with a monotonous drone bearing no resemblance to a dialling tone, more like the equivalent to a telecommunication death rattle. A quick call (on my mobile phone) and some stern words to the powers that be at BT resulted in a man in a van being despatched in haste to fiddle with ...  Read the complete review