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Wednesday, 21 February 2007

Hello, How Are You Today?...Click...Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I am on a list somewhere - and I want off it!!
I'm not sure how I got on this list but, over the last six months, I have been getting anything up to 10 cold sales calls on my landline every day. The final straw came today when I heaved myself off my sickbed for the third time to answer the phone, only to discover it was yet another arse trying to flog something.
I am still feeling as rough as a badger's backside and yet when I answered each time, sounding like Lee Marvin singing on a third normal speed, the dimwit at the other end opened with the same lines each time:
Pither (in barely comprehensible Wanderin' Star croak): "Yuurrgh."
Dimwit (usually with Asian twang): "Huurrlloooooo Mrs Pither."
Pither: "You tryin' to be funny?"
Dimwit (unperturbed): "How are you today Mrs Pither."
Pither: "'Ow do I sound, clothears? I feel bloody awful."
Dimwit: "Good, I am glad to hear that.I wonder if you could spare me a moment. This is not a sales call."
Pither: "You're lying, intcha'?"
Dimwit: "Oh, thank you Mrs Pithers. Can I ask you if you have a mortgage?"
Pither: "No, course I don't. I'm independently wealthy and always pay cash for my houses. Now, let me crawl away and die. I suggest you do the same."
click.....brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I have now decided not to answer the landline. If anyone important calls about anything other than my mortgage, gas supply, life assurance or to tell me that I have been chosen from literally thousands etc. they will leave a message I can pick up later, I assume.
This has just got to be down to my soon-to-be ex-wife. She just can't stop replying to bloody surveys, whether over the phone or when posed by those gits who insist on accosting you in the street, clipboard in hand.
I have to admit, however, that she was responsible for one priceless line after I decided to wind up one of these cold calling reptiles. He called to try to flog me employment protection and so, fed up with his breed, I arranged for him to call round - on a day when I knew there would be no-one at home. He rang again subsequently to say that he had got no reply at the front door and I apologised, explaining that my grandmother had been taken ill and I had rushed her to hospital (she died - in 1972!!!). We rearranged another appointment and once again he arrived to find no-one at home - my wife and I were away on holiday. His follow-up call duly came, I apologised once more, put forward some fatuous excuse and fixed up a third appointment at a time when I knew again that there would be no-one at home.
Clearly exasperated at his time being wasted on a third fruitless visit, the said reptile phoned once more to ask what had happened and STB EW, by chance, answered the phone. I overheard the conversation. This will sound as though it is made up but I swear it is true. The conversation went like this:
STB EW: "Oh dear, I am sorry about all this. Was it a man you spoke to?"
Reptile: "Yes."
STB EW: "Did he sound middle-aged?"
Reptile: "Yes."
STB EW: "Oh heavens, I suppose he said he was Mr Pither?"
Reptile: "Yes, he did, why?"
STB EW: "I can only apologise. That must have been Randolph. He's not allowed to answer the phone. He's very naughty."
I actually applauded when the phone went down. A classic. We never heard from the reptile again.
The trouble is, great tactics like that are time consuming and I really just can't be bothered anymore. So, cold calling salesmen and women can just ply their infuriating trade in Grantham from now on.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

The Privacy and Electronic Communications (EC Directive) Regulations 2003, make it unlawful to make unsolicited direct marketing calls to individuals and Pithers who have indicated that they do not want to receive such calls.

to fuck off phones and faxes
http://www.tpsonline.org.uk/tps/

letters false limbs etc
http://www.mpsonline.org.uk/mpsr/

Silent Calls (thats me, that is)

Silent Callgard Service on 0870 4443969.

Then no one phones or write and you feel sad lonely and even more fed up.

Ethel Noss SS Capt retired

Barry Lawrence said...

Good lord! It's amazing what they can do these days. Thanks for that. I shall act immediately. I shall ring up and say "Heerlooo, how are you today?"
I notice it was a regulation which came from Europe. Our neo-fascist government would never have brought it in unilaterally. Oh no. "Stifling the entrepreneurial spirit", they would have said. Fuck 'em.

WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007

SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1. From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).

Monday, 12 November 2007

Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.

....And On the Subject of Great Public Services

I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.

...There's More

On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!

Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!

Oh...........my............God!!!!! My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!

Tuesday, 18 September 2007.

I wish I'd sung this! For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can. (P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.) P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.

To Make You Laugh and Cry

I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons. On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
This Is My Life, Rated
Life: 4.2
Mind: 4.1
Body: 2.7
Spirit: 8
Friends/Family: 1.6
Love: 0
Finance: 5.9
Take the Rate My Life Quiz
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"

I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things

Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact. To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:

Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........

In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today. The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared. Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.

Life On The Edge - No Net.

I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal? Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having! Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting! Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.

The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?

Be honest........

IT'S THE QUIZ OF THE WEEK! JUST SCROLL DOWN AND HIT "FULL QUIZ".