Many years ago I was working in London for a company called LEO Computers.  ‘LEO’ stood for Lyons Electronic Office which was a subsidiary of Joe Lyons – the people who made cup cakes and ran the Lyons Corner Houses.  After I left university I joined them in 1964 and worked at their office in Queensway before moving out to Eastcote to work on a system to analyse the results of the 1958 census.  I am not sure what happened to that system but I seem to remember someone telling me that the results of the 1963 census were produced manually before the results of the 1958 census were completed using the new system.

Anyway in February 1965 I was sent to Australia for a couple of years to work with Australian Computers which was the Australian branch of LEO Computers (although by that time I think it had become English Electric LEO and may even have become English Electric LEO Marconi).  The Australian Government regarded me as a ‘permanent resident’ but since I had come from the ‘old country’ I had the same rights and responsibilities as Australian citizens.  There was no need to become an Australian citizen and what’s more I was only planning to stay for a couple of years.  Events overtook me. I got married in 1967 and then proceeded to have four children and so was rooted (so to speak) in Australia.  Many years later (about 38 years later) I did become an Australian citizen but still felt a part of England as long as my mother lived there.  My mother died on 17^th November at the good age of 87 and apart from one uncle, she was my last link to the ‘Old Dart’.  I now feel that I have completed my transition to Australia.

As I was traveling around to sort things out I spent time taking little diversions around the countryside to see things that I felt I wouldn’t see again.  Our house at 213–215 Christchurch Road used to be called The Old Kennels and I notice now that it is called The Auld Kennels which seemed like a bit of unnecessary affectation.  Land on either side of the house had been subdivided and houses had been built so that it looked hemmed in.  The Nag’s Head pub over the road had gone and been replaced by a housing estate.  My father bought The Old Kennels in 1958 for 7,500 pounds and it sold a few years ago for close to 1,500,000 pounds.

I went up to Macclesfield in Cheshire to pick up my uncle and bring him back to Ringwood for the funeral and after the funeral dropped him back again (a journey of nearly six hours each way – twice).  When I came back down the M6 and onto the M5 I decided to come through the Cotswolds where I spent time during my university holidays.  The Cotswolds are wonderful and I drove through Stroud, Bisley, Painswick, Minchinhampton, Slad, Chalford and Cirencester and it brought back memories of working with a small group for the Forestry Commission scything weeds around newly planted trees in the most beautiful parts of the Cotswolds.

From the Cotswolds I drove through Salisbury and down to the northern end of the New Forest, stopping off at The Royal Oak in Fritham for a beer and a Stilton Ploughman’s lunch.  Then I got lost as I went through Ibsley by the Avon, Moyles Court, Linford, Stoney Cross and over the A30 to Minstead, Lyndhurst, Brockenhurst, Burley and finally back to the Star Inn where I was staying in the Ringwood marketplace.

I had no time to visit Essex where I spent my school days although I spent time there earlier in the year when I attended the 450th anniversary of the founding of my school.

Even though my transition to Australia is complete I don’t think it is possible to expunge the first twenty years of my life in England.

Last year when we were planning our trip to Europe a friend suggested that it would be worthwhile investigating the possibility of staying in one or two convents or monasteries.  They had obtained a book called Beds and Blessings which listed a number of convents in Italy and they had asked if I would call one of the convents in Florence to make arrangements for them.  The good sisters only spoke Italian so I had to use my limited knowledge of Italian over the ‘phone which is always a challenge.  Anyway they spoke highly of the accommodation so we thought we would buy a couple of books on the subject.

I searched the Amazon web site and found a couple of titles that looked interesting and placed an order. One covered lodgings in Spain and the other one covered Italy.  We placed an order with Amazon on 3^rd October 2006 for both books and the one about Spain was fulfilled by Amazon within a reasonable time.  The order for the book about Italy was passed to a company called Pacific Coast Books and the email contact was ‘pbfloyd2004’. The delivery date was estimated to be sometime between 3^rd November 2006 and 4^th December 2006.

Well it’s now 19^th October 2007 and the book has still not been delivered and there has been no response to my emails.  In march of this year we went to Europe and when I got back in June I decided to see if Amazon would assist in recovering my money by relying on the Amazon A to Z Guarantee…

The terms of this guarantee state that the claim has to be made within a maximum of ninety days from the date of the order which in my case would have been around 3^rd January 2007.  This was not that long after the estimated delivery date of 4^th December, 2006.

Pacific Coast Books seem to make a habit of not delivering.  The Amazon ‘at a glance’ view of them shows:

It seems that they may have gone out of business since there has been no feedback for the past ninety days.  From the latest feedback I am not the only person who has been scammed by Amazon.com and Amazon needs to accept responsibility for their merchants’ actions and the least they could do is return my money.

I will never use Amazon again if this is the way that they treat their customers.

Sir Samuel Mogg and his wife Dame Minnie first landed on the coast at Mogg’s Creek, Victoria in 1767 a whole three years before Captain Cook sailed into Botany Bay.  A statue commemorating his landing next to the Great Ocean Road at Mogg’s Creek, named in his memory, has long since been destroyed by vandals. Sir Samuel and his wife are nevertheless remembered every year at the Lorne Film Festival now managed by the The Moggs Creek Moving Clickers, Inc.

2007 is the 50th year of the annual event and coincides with the 70th anniversary of the opening of the Lorne cinema, not to mention the 70th anniversary of the birth of the the President of the Mogg’s Creek Moving Clickers.

We paid our dues, invited some friends to stay with us at Deans Marsh and started the hectic weekend at Ba Ba Lu in Lorne on Friday 12th October.  We arrived a bit late but luckily Tania and Graham Teague had saved some seats for us with a few others.  The place was packed and instead of the expected 40 or so people around 100 turned up.  Ba Ba Lu did a wonderful job in serving everyone and after dinner we reorganized ourselves to watch a selection of short DVDs.  They were mainly animated films showing the differences in animation techniques over the past years.

Saturday promised three films, pre-dinner cocktails, dinner at Marks and then an after dinner film for those able to stay the distance.  The morning started at 9.00am with a Brazilian film called Madame Sata followed at 11.00am by a French film by Olivier Marchal called 36 Quai des Orfevres. We had lunch at a place on the beach and then headed back for the 2.00pm film, Network, with Peter Finch, Faye Dunnaway and William Holden.  We drove back to Deans Marsh to get ready for the evening (masks, etc) and then back for cocktails and dinner at Marks and the 9.00pm film with Kevin Spacey called Beyond The Sea.  This was a film written and directed by Kevin Spacey and he also played the part of Bobby Darin.  It was an amazing film with an even more amazing performance by Kevin Spacey who performed all of the Bobby Darin songs in the film.  In a sense the story of Bobby Darin’s life was interesting and sad that he died so young.  He was born with rheumatic fever and had an operation to replace two valves in his heart which didn’t work out so well.  Sandra Dee never remarried after his death and now lives alone in Los Angeles.  It was a beautiful film.

There were two films on Sunday morning but the first, due to start at 9.00am clashed with the replay of the rugby union world cup semi final between England and France.  Mike and I were able to fit this in before we set off to see the Lady Killers with Alec Guiness and a very young Peter Sellers.  This was one of the funniest of the Ealing Studios films and even though it was made in 1955 it was still a great film to see with Alec Guiness at his best.

The weekend ended as usual with Sir Samuel Mogg’s effigy attending the annual BBQ.  This is normally held at the Mogg’s Creek Picnic Ground but this year was hosted by Tania and Graham Teague at their Mogg’s Creek house.

The Lorne Film Festival is well worth a visit and hopefully will continue until the owners of the Lorne Cinema succumb to the developers dollars.

I have finally started to ‘transition’ towards retirement and will probably spend a little more time at Deans Marsh where we have a small house on a few acres.  The process of transition is to spend less time traveling to and from the office and to spend more time working from home other than those times when it’s absolutely necessary to meet face to face.

This presents no problem from my primary residence at Argyle Road since I have a plethora of technology that allows me to connect to the outside world at a reasonable (but not world class) speed. The other part of this transition is that I plan to spend a little more time relaxing at Deans Marsh for a few long weekends.  This is where the need for decent bandwidth comes in since I will need to have good communication with the systems at home and in the office.

The best that the Government, Telstra, Optus and/or Singapore Telecommunications can do at the moment is to provide me with roughly 40 KBits per second along a dial up connection.  For those that have never used anything else then I suppose it provides some sort of access to the web, but trying to do anything sensible is just about impossible. I decided to see whether the local exchange was able to provide me with an ADSL connection.  Having entered my telephone details into the Telstra web site after a lengthy delay it told me that ADSL is not available in Deans Marsh.  Nevertheless it had a link which purported to take me to another web page where I could ‘register’ my interest.  Well for #$%^ sake do I have to register my interest for the Government, Telstra and/or Optus to determine whether or not they should be providing the inhabitants of Deans Marsh with broadband?  Every citizen of this country should be able to access fast broadband – no ifs or buts.

This Government’s woeful performance in fostering the Information & Communications Technology industry is the primary cause of the parlous state of broadband in this country. The liberal government and its ministers have no vision for the industry and have only just dreamt up some plans because an election is in the offing.  What on earth was Senator Alston thinking about when he commented that there was no need for fast broadband – after all it will only be used to “play games and download pornography”.  Hadn’t he ever thought about remote learning, medical imaging and a host of other applications that benefit from ubiquitous fast broadband?

Unfortunately Senator Coonan, the current minister, is even worse.  The Howard government, of which she is a member, has for the past decade claimed to be the champion of Australia’s National Security.  So they have now developed a plan for the rollout of broadband across the country but what the $%^&* is Senator Coonan doing in placing the rollout in the hands of the Singapore Government?  It’s beyond belief.  Control of our country’s communications infrastructure has to be one of the things that we as a nation needs to control.  So why at the same time she is intent on destroying Telstra.  Have a look at an opinion piece in The Age by Jason Koutsoukis on Saturday 7^th October.  It’s called Coonan the Barbarian and expresses my own views better than I can.

Having touched on the issue of National Security it is worth reading Linda Weiss, Elizabeth Thurbon and John Mathews’ book entitled ‘National Insecurity, The Howard Government’s betrayal of Australia’.  It argues that the Howard government makes much about governing ‘in the national interest’ but the authors demonstrate that the government “vigorously promotes itself as the guardian of national security but whose actions, choices and commitments in critical policy domains effectively undermine that security and trample the national interest”.  The authors contend that there are five main issues which are critical to the country’s national security and they are:

• Energy
• Rural Industries
• Culture
• Defence, and
• Blood

I am surprised that they don’t include communications infrastructure at the top of their list.  It’s well worth reading and you can find a preview here. 

So I’ve strayed a bit from broadband access in Deans Marsh but it’s not as if Deans Marsh is some place miles from anywhere, populated by computer illiterates.  It’s just behind Lorne in the foothills of the Otways where there is a thriving community.  Since Telstra can’t tell us when Deans Marsh will have broadband access maybe Helen Coonan could give us some indication of when we can expect the representatives of the Signapore Government visiting us in Deans Marsh and connecting us to the rest of the world.

The last time I went to the Melbourne Zoo I was with Stuart Faichney, a camera man and a PR consultant on 16th September, 1994. We were making a five minute film to be shown at The Great Plains Stampede in Fargo, North Dakota where the international and North American distributors of Great Plains software met to hear the latest propaganda about Great Plains products.  In a sense we as a company, and individuals, were trying to ‘prove’ ourselves in a competitive market place and there was much stress involved.

Since that last trip much has changed.  The zoo has moved on from lions and tigers pacing backwards and forwards in concrete and iron bar cages to an environment as similar to their natural habitat as possible and I have moved onto retirement (well  sort of). This state of transition enables me to take more interest in the grandchildren and combine a day out with Felix and a trip to the zoo.

There’s something about grandchildren that is hard to describe.  I used to think that children joined the family sometime between the age of eighteen and twenty one and prior to that they were to be tolerated only.  But grandchildren are different (although they still need to be at least two and preferably a bit older).

There are a number of things that contribute to this difference. In part it’s due to the fact that they are so uncomplicated and beautiful but that was the same with our own children at the same age so it has to be something else.  There is no rocket science in this realisation but it has everything to do with the grand parents’ state of mind and little or nothing to do with the grandchildren themselves.  I am only able to speak for myself but I think the following changes are the primary reasons for the appeal of grandchildren:

• No more climbing the corporate ladder
• A more mature/relaxed approach to life
• No longer needing to ‘prove’ anything to anyone

and no doubt many other things.

The only stress at the moment is that instead of downsizing the house we need to expand it to cater for the children, their partners and their children and I believe that house renovations are one the most significant causes of marriage failure.

Next to John Howard and Phillip Ruddock my wife’s greatest hate is technology.  So when we planned to go overseas in March of this year I had to do a fair amount of work to make sure that there were plenty of good reasons for me to sneak a laptop into the luggage.  Communication with the grandchildren was the secret – so I decided to buy a small form factor laptop with a camera built in and plenty of other goodies to make it useful.

I wanted to buy a Sony Vaio but when I called Sony to place an order the woman on reception told me that they were just about to bring out the new greatest and latest but it wouldn’t be available until after I left for Europe.  So I settled on a DELL XPS M1210.  A nice little unit and after using it for a few months there is just one thing that I hate AND THAT’S MICROSOFT VISTA!   When I ordered the system from the folks at DELL they would only supply Vista – if only I had known how bad Vista was I would have bought a MAC and been as happy as Larry.

It’s not that Vista doesn’t look pretty it’s just that so many things don’t work and it takes me twice as long to do anything as it took on Windows XP.  The following are the sorts of troubles that I had:

• I would connect up at the WiFi hotspot and Vista would tell me that I had Local and Internet access but it wouldn’t get me to Google.  I would get mad with the thing and then after five minutes or so Google would pop up and I would wonder why I was so angry, thinking that I had been so ungracious and overly demanding.
• I have a Maxtor network drive at home which I expect is delivered with a Linux operating system and I was pretty chuffed when I got it all set up on the network.  So I planned out a strategy for data storage and made a few decisions which needed some serious movement of directories and files.  Most of the stuff that needed to be moved was on other systems but there was a small amount of files (mainly photos from the holiday that were on the M1210).  So I started to move them to my new drive and WHAT!!  Vista started telling me it was going to take 9 or 10 hours to move a few photos.  Well it didn’t take that long but it certainly was a pretty slow process.  I expect it’s all the Digital Rights Management stuff in there.
• I need to access a number of other systems remotely and in my XP days I would happily use Remote Desktop Connection.  It was nice and quick over the links that I have and it worked like a charm.  So I opened up the RDC on Vista, clicked the button to connect to one of the remote sites and, and, and – nothing much happened.  I am not a dumb user and searched the web for solutions only to find a whole bunch of solutions to a myriad of problems that had been introduced by M$ in RDP 6.0 but nothing that resolved the issue that I have.  I get to some sites and there is a half hearted display of some stuff and then it just craps out telling me the network connection is lost (several times).  When I use another system with XP it connects just fine so I have had to get a second system on my desk just to connect to other sites.
• Apart from a Linux Server (CentOS 4.5) running at home I also have Windows Small Business Server 2003 running (I’m a glutton for punishment).  I connected my nice new DELL M1210 with Vista and joined the Domain.  WHAAATTT – whenever I connect get a message saying that Windows Vista is not compatible with Windows Small Business Server 2003.  Now, come on Bill that’s just plain dumb.

Anyway enough of that.  My wife didn’t seem to worry about any of that stuff because on a few days out of the whole three months that we were away we stayed in an apartment in the middle of Barcelona above a place called the Travel Bar.  The Travel Bar is a pickup joint for under thirty year old Brits (you could tell it was for Brits because it had HP sauce bottles on the tables – in Spain I ask you!).  The great thing about the Travel Bar was that you could get free WiFi access if you had a meal there.  In fact you could get free WiFI access whether you had a meal or not and given that we stayed for six days in an apartment just above the joint we had unfettered access to the Internet (apart form the first five minutes while Vista sorted itself out!).  This meant that we could Skype back to the folks at home and get the web cam going so that the wife could not only speak to the grandchildren but also see them in real time.

So Bill did it again – in spite of having the Vista virus on my nice new laptop it at least managed to satisfy the needs of someone whose greatest hate (as I said earlier apart from John Howard and Phillip Ruddock) is technology.

When I was bang in the middle of planning a trip to Europe to learn a bit of Italian earlier this year, I received an invitation to attend a dinner at my old school to celebrate its 450th anniversary.  The invitation was only sent to those Old Brentwoodians who were at school for the 400th anniversary in 1957.

The dinner was to be held at the school on Friday 25^th May and as it turned out we planned to arrive in England on that day.  It would have been a real rush since we would arrive at Heathrow at 2:30 pm and I would have to go through customs, pick up a hire car, drive from one side of London to the other, pick up a dinner suit, book into a hotel, shower and change and get to the dinner by 7:30 pm.  Hmmm – I thought this might be a bit of a rush.  So we changed our plans to arrive on 24^th May and that gave us time to do all of the things that were necessary.

I tried to book a hotel close to the school but eventually found a place called Prested Hall in Feering, close to Colchester.  From the web site it had a good feel about it and even though it was about 45 minutes drive from Brentwood we decided to book in for a couple of nights.  Prested Hall turned out to be the most delightful place and the owners and staff were so kind and generous to us that we felt very much at home.  It was an old manor that had been completely refurbished and was adjacent to a new health club that was one of only three places worldwide to have two or more real tennis courts.  One of the others is a Sherwood Street, Richmond not that far from where we live in Australia.  Anyway on the first night we had dinner at the club and met the owners.  They were absolutely charming and treated us very well.  They had spent some time in Melbourne and were very knowledgeable about real tennis and had ‘poached’ the professional from Richmond to be the professional at Prested Hall (I think that’s what had happened).

The next day Jenny and I went into Colchester and managed to hire a suit from Moss Bros together with all of the necessary bits and pieces. We bought a teddy bear for Felix which we planned to give him for his second birthday (this is Jenny’s plan for all the grandchildren) and then found a hairdresser in Feering where we both had our hair done for the first time in a couple of months – it felt great. We returned to Prested Hall and I got ready for the dinner at the school.

I was quite nervous because of the anticipation of meeting people who I had not seen for 45 to 50 years.  I had previously been in Europe at the time of the School House dinners but had never managed to be close enough to make it possible to attend.  I had a range of expectations and had hoped to see a number of the people that were in School House when I was there.  I arrived a bit early and walked down the Chase from the old Signals Hut and found my way to School House and the old tennis court and pond and then wandered across the old croquet lawn to the Chase where Dennis Riddiford lived in what used to be the cottage on the Chase.  It was no longer there and had been replaced by the Hardy Amies building which from memory is used as the new Arts Center.

I thought maybe Peter Bugge, Rodney Mellor, Stanley Hogg, John Andrews, Barclay Dutson, Francis Roads, Martin Jones, John Knopp, Ian Small, Tony Vidler and a number of others might be there but it turned out that very few that I remembered from the boarding school or School House in particular were there.  Nevertheless the evening was a real delight for me and I met a number of old friends that I had not seen for so many years.  I first bumped into Ian Pitwood and gradually came across Steven Deakin, Derek Harris, Robert Bowden, Tony Wadsworth as well a host of other friends I had not seen for so long.  I was saddened that Phil Crapnell had died only a month or so earlier.

At the end of the evening Carol Wadsworth, now Mike Bradford’s wife, came to pick him up and I was pleased to be able to meet her after so many years. I well remember the times when the girls from the High School joined us for dancing lessons with Mrs Millman in the main hall. Carol mentioned that Janet Booth is now living in Balnarring on the Mornington Peninsular and that she would send me her email address but unfortunately my emails to Carol must have gone astray since I have not heard from her.  Oddly enough I also sent email to Derek Harris and got no reply – maybe the UK government censors emails coming to the UK from Australia!

I was prompted to reflect on such a terrific evening when I received the August edition of The Old Brentwoodians Chronicle. To my disappointment there was not a word about the evening in the Chronicle and none of the group photos were included that had been taken before the evening got underway.

Some ten or eleven years ago Jenny and I decided to purchase a small cottage at the back of Lorne in Deans Marsh.  As usual it was one of those spur of the moment decisions that have been the hallmark of our lives which invariably turn out for the best.

For some reason we were having a coffee in Moravia in Burke Road, Camberwell without any children to bother us.  Where they were I have no idea but it allowed Jenny to think about buying a small block of land in the country and maybe in a few years build a house.  We called one of the Lorne Estate agents to see if they had some land for sale and headed off down to Lorne.  We dropped into Lorne Real Estate, picked up the land for sale list and started driving into the hills.  How utterly depressing – we hated every block that we saw for one reason or another and decided to drive home.  As we were driving towards Deans Marsh and on to Winchelsea (which later we came to know as ‘Winch’) Jenny picked out a small place bordering the Deans Marsh cemetery.  We found the gate and hesitantly drove up the long driveway to the house.  Noone was home so we snooped around and Jenny started to get a bit excited.  A few moments later Edward Coleridge, the owner drove up the drive and showed us around.  It was around six o’clock and Edward took us up the hill at the back of the house behind the dam where we could see the sun setting over the dam and the house – it was beautiful and I think Jenny made her mind up at that moment.

We left Edward and on our way home stopped by the Deans Marsh store and found a copy of the  ‘History of Deans Marsh’ for sale.  It consisted of twenty or thirty A4 typewritten pages stapled together with old black and white photos and lots of typing mistakes.  What was so fascinating was that it contained a photograph taken in 1905 of William Lawrence and some children in front of the Deans Marsh butcher shop.  One of the children was Ted Lawrence, Jenny’s uncle by marriage.  If Jenny hadn’t made up her mind about buying the house already then the fact that she had ‘connections’ to Deans Marsh sealed her decision.

We nearly didn’t buy it because the agents had advertised the land as 12 acres and when the title arrived it was in reality 8.5 acres with the option to take a 99 lease on another 2 acres (for the princely sum of $39.00).  After a few months we eventually settled on the house and Edward threw in an oil painting of the dam that we first saw on that fateful first day when we looked at the sunset across the dam.

People who have a dream of owning 50 acres in the country need to think again. All we have is roughly 10 acres and every time we go down to Deans we work like navvies from the moment we arrive until we leave at the end of the weekend.  What needs to be done depends on the time of year but it’s usually mowing grass, grubbing out thistles, chopping wood, cleaning up branches that have fallen over the fence lines and constant maintenance of all sorts of stuff.  Fire and irrigation pumps always need checking and often the lines from the dam to the pumps need to be re-primed.

In spite of all of the work involved it is real relaxation after a week at the office!

I am still in the early stages of setting up my new Drupal site. There is a plethora of information to be found about Drupal on the web and one of the more informatitive sites (other than the Drupal sites themselves) is Nick Lewis' top ten Drupal modules you can't do without. It is a little out of date and it would be good if someone had the time and inclination to bring it right up to date. Nevertheless it is still very useful.

One of the best ways to blog is to use a Blog client. Microsoft has recently introduced one in its Office 2007 suite but there are plenty of them that are freely available. The one that I have started to use is Zoundry. It supports a variety of Blogging software platforms but as long as it supports Drupal then that's all that concerns me. It is simple to install and assumes you have already enabled the Blog and Blog API modules in Drupal. If you have done that then just give Zoundry your URL and it will auto detect everything for you and then you're ready to start some remote blogging.

It certainly beats having to logon to the site and wait for TinyMCE or FCKeditor load before you can start to capture your thoughts spontaneously.

Feeling much better, we set out for breakfast and then walked to the Plaza di Spagna - a few thousand miles away from the hotel. It wasn't all that interesting, so we bought some fans and walked even further to see some stuff in a building in the gardens. Most of the stuff was from the 1970's and we had some items that were on display at home! Graham and Tania had an idea that they would walk a few thousand more miles to the other side of Seville so we declined and tried to find our way back to the hotel.

On the way we stopped in a very pretty square and had a pleasant lunch which was only spoilt by the news from Peter that we had been burgled at home and he was going over to Kew to meet Judy and the police. It sounds as if they had jemmied open a window into the sun room and pinched the new TV but not much else which was a bit of a relief.

After a bit of rest we met up with Tania and Graham to have dinner before going to the Flamenco dancing that we had booked the previous day. Instead of booking a really touristy show through the hotel at 32 euros per person Tania found a reference in the Lonely Planet book on Spain to a really authentic place which turned out to be only 100 yards from the hotel and 13 euros a person. It was held in a small courtyard and consisted of a flamenco guitarist, a singer and two dancers. It was sensational and the male and female dancers were absolutely fantastic. It is something that I will remember for a long time to come.

We walked back to the hotel and spent the rest of the evening booking looking for hotels to book for the next few days and seeing whether Hawthorn and Collingwood had won. Hawthorn beat St Kilda but the Collingwood/ Western Bulldogs match hadn't been played. The other good news was that Jenny's soccer team, Chelsea, had beaten Manchester United in the FA Cup Final. It only remains for Liverpool to beat AC Milan next Wednesday and fortunately we will be in a hotel in Madrid so we should be able to see it live on Spanish TV.