Because our online shop was only active during the working week, we used a calendar system to identify weekends and other days to close the checkout.

This particular weekend, i was relaxing in the garden of my parents’ house, about 30km away from the warehouse. The calendar stuffed up.

I started to receive SMS messages of orders placed from people who were expecting their delivery within 60 minutes. D’oh! We dashed back into london, calling the customers to confess, and spent the rest of the day driving around delivering CDs and books.

Most customers were amused by the whole thing. I am now.

he said he was a technophobe and didn’t understand all this world wide interweb thingy.

i remember my boss said not to mind because we didn’t either.

at the time that comment brought a chorus of cringe but he was probably correct.

one of the questions submitted was “will the monarchy survive?”, to which the prime minister replied something along the lines of “… but ultimately the people will decide …”

the next day The Times (yes, also a News title but not involved in the webchat and therefore jealous of The Sun) frontpage reported “Prime Minister announces Referendum on future of monarchy.”

and we were told that was also the last ever online webchat that tony blair will be doing, thank you.