It used to be easy. It was “watching paint dry”. Or “glacial”.
Then along came that quick-dry paint (“touch-dry in just one hour!” — just don’t breath while using it). And the glaciers keep retreating at Usain Bolt’s forward speed.
So, how does one now define “teeth-grindingly, boringly slow”?
Well, try logging onto Iain Dales’s Diary.
Watch the bottom of the browser screen and try to count the various up-loads, all that froth of advertising, before the meat course arrives.
It’s somewhat improved since the lantern-jawed FOREST ad for smoking in pubs was dropped: smoke-filed pubs — there’s a nostalgic hark-back with a real yeukkk-factor.
Yesterday, out of sheer frustration, Malcolm set the stop-watch on it. From click-the-link (which Malcolm keeps under “Usual Suspects”) to the end of the MacOs spinning beach-ball-of-death was 73.5 secs. That seemed a fair average recent performance. What makes it worse is that it locks up the browser solid for the duration.
And that is on a 10Mb cable broadband (yes: Malcolm’s tested it, and VirginMedia’s claim is not an outrageous estimate).