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  1. >Complaint Letter of the Year. The British do have a way with words.... A >real-life customer complaint letter sent to NTL (to their complaints dept....) > > >Dear Cretins, > >I have been an NTL customer since 9th July 2001, when I signed up foryour >3-in-one deal for cable TV, cable modem, and telephone. During this three-month >period I have encountered inadequacy of service which I had not previously >considered possible, as well as ignorance and stupidityof monolithic proportions. >Please allow me to provide specific details, so that you can either pursue >your professional perogative, and seek to rectify these difficulties - or >more likely >(I suspect) so that you can have some entertaining reading material as you >while away the working day smoking B&H and drinking vendor-coffee on the >bog in your office: > >My initial installation was cancelled without warning, resulting in my spending >an entire Saturday sitting on my fat a*se waiting for your technician to >arrive. When he did not arrive, I spent a further 57 minutes listening to >your infuriating hold music, and the even more annoying Scottish robot woman >telling me to look at your helpful website....HOW? > >I alleviated the boredom by playing with my testicles for a few minutes -an >activity at which you are no-doubt both familiar and highly adept. The rescheduled >installation then took place some two weeks later, although the technician >did forget to bring a number of vital tools - such as a drill-bit, and his >cerebrum. Two weeks later, my cable modem >had still not arrived. After 15 telephone calls over 4 weeks my modem arrived... >six weeks after I had requested it, and begun to pay for it. I estimate your >internet server's downtime is roughly 35%... hours between about 6pm -midnight, >Mon-Fri, and most of the weekend. I amstill waiting for my telephone connection. >I have made 9 calls on my mobile to your no-help line, and have been unhelpfully >transferred to avariety of disinterested individuals, who are it seems also >highlyskilled bollock jugglers. > >I have been informed that a telephone line is available (and someone will >call me back); that no telephone line is available (and someone will call >me back); that I will be transferred to someone who knows whether or not >a telephone line is available (and then been cut off); that I will be transferred >to someone (and then been redirected to an answer machine informing me that >your office is closed); that I will be transferred to someone and then been >redirected to the irritating Scottish robot woman...and several other variations >on this theme. > >Doubtless you are no longer reading this letter, as you have at least a thousand >other dissatisfied customers to ignore, and also another one of those crucially >important testicle-moments to attend to. Frankly I don'tcare, it's far more >satisfying as a customer to voice my frustration's in print than to shout >them at your unending hold music. Forgive me, >therefore, if I continue. > >I thought BT were ****, that they had attained the holy ****-pot of ***- >awful customer relations, that no-one, anywhere, ever, could be more disinterested, >less helpful or more obstructive to delivering service to their customers. >That's why I chose NTL, and because, well, there isn't anyone else is there? >How surprised I therefore was, when I discovered to my considerable dissatisfaction >and disappointment what a useless shower of *******s you truly are. You are >sputum-filled pieces of distended rectum incompetents of the highest order. > > >British Telecom - w*nkers though they are - shine like brilliant beacons >of success, in the filthy puss-filled mire of your seemingly limitless inadequacy. >Suffice to say that I have now given up on my futile and foolhardy quest >to receive any kind of service from you. I suggest that you cease any potential >future attempts to extort payment from me for the services which you have >so pointedly and catastrophically failed todeliver - any such activity will >be greeted initially with hilarity and disbelief quickly be replaced by derision, >and even perhaps bemused rage. I enclose two small deposits, selected with >great care from my cats litter tray, as an expression of my utter and complete >contempt for both you and your pointless company. I sincerely hope that they >have not become desiccated during transit - they were satisfyingly moist >at the time of posting, and I would feel considerable disappointment if you >did not experience both their rich aroma and delicate texture. Consider them >the very embodiment of my feelings towards NTL, and its worthless employees. > > >Have a nice day - may it be the last in you miserable short life, you irritatingly >incompetent and infuriatingly unhelpful bunch of ****s. > >John
  2. A late night horror story... Late last Saturday night; a young chap was walking home from a club. It was a cold, wet, windy evening, and he was tired and freezing. Most of the streetlights in the area were broken, and the silence was only broken by the occasional sound of a stray cat sifting through a dustbin. Then suddenly he heard a strange noise....... BUMP........ BUMP........ BUMP........ Startled by this, he turned, and to his amazement, through the driving rain, he saw the faint outline of a large box turning into his road. BUMP........ BUMP........ BUMP........ He froze to the spot, he couldn't' t believe his eyes, as the box approached from the shadows, he was able to make out its shape more clearly.... It was a coffin. Not wanting anything to do with this, he put his head down and started walking briskly home. BUMP........ BUMP........ BUMP........ He could feel the coffin gaining on him, he started walking faster......... BUMP........ BUMP...... BUMP........ BUMP.. BUMP........BUMP...... The coffin was closing with his every step, he started to jog, but he heard the coffin speed up after him... BUMP........BUMP...BUMP... BUMP........BUMP...BUMP... BUMP........BUMP...BUMP... He started to sprint, but so did the coffin ....... BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP. BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP..... BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP. Eventually he made it to his front door, but he knew the coffin was only seconds behind. Fumbling around in his pocket, he pulled out his keys, His hand trembling, he managed to open the lock, he dived inside slamming the front door behind him. He shot into his front room, and slumped into his comfy chair. Suddenly there was a loud crash, as the coffin smashed its way through the front door. The force of the impact broke the lock off the coffin allowing the lid to swing freely on its rusty hinges as it continued its chase..... BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREEC H... BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREEC H... BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREEC H... BUMP....SCREECH...BUMP...SCREE CH... In horror the young lad fled again, as fast as his shaking legs could take him he bolted upstairs to the bathroom and locked the door....... BUMP...SCREECH....HOP..BUMP... SCREECH...HOP... BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...BUMP... SCREECH...HOP... BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...BUMP... SCREECH...HOP... The coffin again gave chase up the stairs, across the landing and launched itself at the bathroom door. With an almighty smash, the bathroom door flew off its hinges.... The coffin stood in the doorway, and then started to approach the young terrified lad. BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREEC H... BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP.SCREECH. .. BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREEC H... In a last ditch attempt to save his skin; he reached for his bathroom cabinet...... He grabbed a bar of Imperial Leather soap and threw it at the coffin....... still it came ...... BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREEC H... He grabbed his can of Lynx deodorant and threw it .... still it came...... BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP.SCREECH. .. He grabbed his first aid kit and threw it ....still it came...... BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREEC H... He grabbed some Benylin cough mixture and threw it........ .. and the coffin stopped.
  3. Both Alison and myself send our condolences to Andi's family. R.I.P.
  4. Linky Could have some fun with this. What message would you put? If you want to look in my boot I'll pull over :winky:
  5. Sexual Positions It has been studied and determined that the most often used Sexual position for married couples is the doggie position. The husband sits up and begs... And the wife rolls over and plays dead.
  6. I take it you mean horse If so Saddle :winky:
  7. Now how did that happen Well done both of you.
  8. Hope you had a good one :winky:
  9. Update. The car went into the garage, new belt fitted, battery checked, OK charging @ 14+ volts, switched A/C on and charge dropped to 12.1 and power steering failed. Switched A/C off and power steering returns. Put new alternator on, and no difference, the fault is still there, so something is putting an excessive load on the alternator somewhere. Any more Ideas.
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