I’m back! It has been a while, and the times have been tough. The wife has been struggling with a long-term health problem, and the ‘Medical Profession’ has been up to their usual nonsense. If they cannot find an answer, then the problem cannot possibly be in their ‘speciality’ – so it must be something in some other ‘speciality’. Nowt to do with them! Even in the face of overwhelming evidence, they will still blame some ‘malady’ that requires the patient to see someone else.
Then, there is BT. What a totally useless company when something goes wrong. Their Overseas Call Centre Support is inept, and ineffective. They handle complaints the same way that a goat would handle a stick of dynamite (fuse lit!) – open their mouths and do the first thing that occurs to their simple minds. Send your complaint in writing, and they will send you a reply. “Dear Sir. Here is a reply.” They never mention anything at all which refers to your complaint. Just the usual generic ‘sorry’. Like a crooked politician, or an incompetent banker, a simple bland apology is considered full compensation for any crime or perversion.
Having had enough, I reported their repeated, and unsolicited, automated phone calls to the Information Commissioners Office, and their diabolical handling of everything else, to the Telecoms Ombudsman. You could say that a State of War now exists between myself and BT.
While I am having a good moan, let us all join together and have good mutter about winter motorists.
The Foggy Lighter: Due to failure to replace defective headlight bulbs, they feel obliged to run with their foglights switched on.
The Chicken Dipper: The moron who is determined never to be the first to dip their lights to oncoming traffic. They switch back to main beam quickly enough …
The 50 Pence: Unable to do anything smoothly, they drive around corners in a series of jerks.
The Tesco Van Man: Part of a rapidly growing fleet of delivery drivers who have greatly outgrown any kind of training scheme, they park anywhere. Blind corners, blind crests, narrow streets, any piece of public grass, or simply anywhere on a winding country road. Very similar to the postie, but with a much bigger van!
The Disabled Aerial Fitter: Often seen in a supermarket car park, in the disabled slots. You have to admire any disabled person who has overcome their mobility problems in order to climb ladders up to rooftops, lay drainage pipes or push wheelbarrows. Of course, they might well be totally inconsiderate, selfish anal orifices (am being polite).
Winter drivers in general: some advice – buy some lightbulbs, learn to drive, treat a speed limit as a maximum – not a minimum – wear glasses if you need them, and learn to read. Or preferably, stay at home and avoid getting caught for no Road Tax, MOT or Insurance.