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What fun it is to be cut off by pauper Vodafone/Orange/mmo2..

It's late at night, and the Sniffer has just landed at Stansted. He gets into the Express and powers up the ThinkPad and the Sierra AirCard, and connects to the Web ...

Five minutes go by, as Windows XP finds all its bits and pieces, and loads the Internet drivers. And then, just as the train pulls out, the Hunky Mouse starts a data transfer.

Bang! - into the tunnel goes the train. Bang! - out go all the GPRS lights.

Well ... it's hardly fair to expect struggling, impoverished, third-world suppliers like T-Mobile or mmo2 or the rest of them to find the money for a microcell, just to support foreigners arriving in Britain for the first time, is it? And it's such FUN to get cut off in the middle of a data transfer.

Even more fun, of course, to be cut off in hte middle of a phone call home saying: "Just leaving the station, can you meet me?"

It really is time someone insisted on standards. You know, like they can manage in Singapore?