Fucking three

I love the idea of an iPad. It can do almost everything. It's even better when it connects to the Internet.

I'm currently on the main road in Chesterfield - no signal.

I've recently stayed in Ascot - no signal.

I train in Nuffield in Reading, on a major office development - no signal.

I'm currently living near Newbury, Berkshire - no signal.

It goes without saying that you can't get signal inside Old Trafford.

I was having breakfast in a Manchester city centre hotel this weekend and couldn't get a signal.

I spend some time in offices in Nottingham city centre - no signal.

I lived in Cheshunt for a while and the only way to get a functioning signal was to sit on the window cill of one particular bedroom.

Gaps here and there are acceptable

It is the worst contract I've ever entered into and I procure contracts for a living

Searching for a signal is like divining for water. People might see me wandering around and I wonder what they think - the enlightened informed observers probably know instantly I'm with Three; others think I'm deranged.

To escalate this issue, I've been told I have to go through a legal process. I've been fobbed off and forced to speak to Todd from Apple in the US.

I have a company contract with O2 and it's not perfect, but it's a world apart from Three. Hot-spotting through that is the only thing that makes this fucking contraption functional.

I think it's too late for me, this thing is about ready to go through a window or have my fist stuck through it - but my recommendation: don't get anything with Three. Whatever you think you're saving, it's a false economy. I suffer from a congenital heart defect and I feel the stress this causes physically.

From here on in, I plan to record every postcode that I can't get a signal in. It should be a rollercoaster ride.

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