Thursday, June 16, 2005
Lies, damned lies and carphone warehouse.
| posted by Simon |
10:32 am |
If you enjoy being fucked about, if you are quite partial to being lied to in order to get you to part with your money, if you like waiting in all day for a phone that never arrives because, you later find out, it was out of fucking stock, or if you revel in the idea of being put on the wrong contract for a phone they fail to activate and then charge you for the privilege…….. Go to carphone warehouse, it’s a different class of incompetence. Better mobile life ? My arse. You expect a certain amount of fucking about I suppose, but lying isn’t a customer service I would recommend to a business that is competing in a cut throat industry.
You may or may not have noticed that for a while I have been using lyrics as my post titles. I actually nicked the idea off Steve, but recently I’ve seem to have been thinking more about which lyric to use than the content of the post. I think it probably says more about my obsessive compulsive tendencies than anything else, so I’m going stop thinking too deeply about it and concentrate on the post a bit more.
We got up on Monday morning and it was raining, it’s now Thursday and it’s still raining. With the possibility of an endless summer of grey miserable days, we decided to sod off to Tunisia for a week. I have started a reading list for the beach:
The old Patagonian express – Paul Theroux.
Walking on water – Brian Clough.
Rancid aluminium – James Hawes.
Any suggestions would be appreciated.