AHA!

Fabulous. Three minutes into my career as a blogger I find something to rant about, which surely is the whole point. This here system yokey tried to tell me it was 3am when in fact it is 11am. I know this because I am in work and not all snugglywuggly in my bed or plastered and freezing outside a nightclub waiting for a taxi and trying to make a minidress stretch from neck to toe to ward off freaks & weirdos while simultaneously warding off hailstones and the like. So I changed it, I took a stand, I said "No, Mr American Internet Thing, I will not be bullied by your incorrect timezone status. I am GMT and proud of it so I hereby change your frankly ridiculous time to the correct and far more convenient for blogging time of 11am (roughly)" He did look a bit scared, I won't lie. But oooohhh he's a clever dick, this Mr American Internet dude. He stung me good and proper and refused to post my blog until he's good and ready i.e. 11am HIS TIME. Touche, my friend. You win this one. But watch your back.