markE wrote:do yourselves a favour and check him out.
jist don't be workin' in a callcentre if he calls in with the hump....fer a man who stands up fer tolerance, freedom & the little guy so much, he ain't half quick wit' da "do-you-know-who-you're-dealing-with-i'll-have-your-job-you-insolent-prole!" routine. (an' unfortunately, not only did he GO there, he laid it on with a shovel). alas, it had been a BIT of a tryin' day, an' the british rail contact centre pays SLIGHTLY less than the mark thomas comedy product, an' with the best will in the
world one cannot make a train appear from a to b at a specified time, upon request; not even for the bloke with the hot air balloon shaped like saddam hussein.....
whereupon he wuz promptly informed that if he wanted a mode of public transport which would arrive
exackly where he wanted picked up,
exackly when he wanted picked up, and drop him off
right on the doorstep of the place he wanted to arrive at, then perchance he'd be best off callin' a taxi, an' not the railways ticket information service.
i kinda went off him after that.....
altho', to be fair, there WUZ one call that wuz sillier, an' that wuz (imagine wayne slob after 6 litres of white lightnin'....)
"
OI!! WHERE'S MY FUCKIN' TRAIN??!"
"Good evening sir, could you tell me.."
"
FUCK ALL THAT,C**T!! WHERE'S MY FUCKIN' TRAIN??!"
"I'm just trying to find that out for you, sir; which station are you.."
"
DON'T GIVE ME THAT FUCKIN' SHIT YOU FUCKIN' C**T! WHERE'S MY FUCKIN' TRAIN???!"
you get the picture......he's probly still there....wherever 'there" was.....
lurve,
trace x