I think most of my friends would classify me as a patient person, but I've had enough.  After nearly two months without cable TV, I've decided to take things into my own hands.

Steps I will try to make them give me cable:
1.  Shake my fist at the cable company every time I drive by.  Not a terribly effective measure, but certainly very English and very propper. 

2.  Call them.  Wait, where am I?

3.  Visit their office and demand an explanation.  Wait, where am I?  That could take ALL DAY! 

4.  Harrass my landlords.  Wait, they're out of the country (e.g. they are the smart ones).

ok, I give up.  Good thing Justin brought me DVDs when he was here.  For now I guess I'll have to entertain myself with those, the gym, and the constant racket coming from the political messages which are broadcast throughout our neighborhood.  I'll have to try and get a picture of that...