Crusading
I’ve called BT twice more since Monday and I’ve got two more reasons why I still have no connection. The new modem which I was promised yesterday didn’t show up, but neither of the people I’ve spoken to this week think that it is at fault. Yesterday I was told that sometimes extension leads cause problems so was I using an extension lead? Yes, but that’s because my PC it at the opposite end of my flat to the phone socket and the lead BT provided is too short. However, the extension lead I bought is a real quality one, way better than the crappy lead from BT. But I was told it could still be the problem. So I had to pull my PC apart, move it into the room with the socket, reassemble it, boot it up, anticipation building…… all the modem lights came on…… but no connection. Goddamn it. Taking positives from the situation though (NLP kicking in) it gave me a chance to clean the back of my tower. Don’t they get dusty?!!
I reassembled my now sparkling ‘puter, put it back where it lives, booted it up and listened to Bob Dylan while playing crazy golf and cursing BT. I’ve had to leave my modem on again today so that they can tinker from their end. I’m going out to dinner tonight with an old friend so they will have an evening off from my incessant moaning but I’m taking a few days holiday, from tomorrow until the middle of next week so will be able to call them maybe 3 or 4 times a day! Saying that though, the reason I’m off is because I get a new kitten tomorrow so I’ll probably have my hands full. Since Will died, Billie has been like a little lost sheep, she hates being on her own so it’s as much for her as me. Really. There’s enough kitten stuff on the internet already but do indulge me if I post a few kitten pics over the weekend or next week. This will of course depend on when (if?) BT connect me. My kitten will be named Rosa by the way.
So, crusades. I’m having a real down on companies whose initial letter is B. I was driving home earlier in the week and noticed that the BP garage nearest my office is selling unleaded at 93.9p a litre. Tip top I thought to myself, I’ll fill up at BP. About 4 miles further along my journey home I passed another BP station, in Bagshot and they were selling unleaded at 97.9p a litre. In Windsor it was 95.9p a litre. I popped into Reading last night - 92.9p a litre. The fuckers charge what they think they can get away with. Windsor and Bagshot - posh areas - fleece the bastards. Reading and Farnborough - pikey - so it’s cheaper. As a socialist of course I’d normally approve of fucking the rich over but although the queen lives in Windsor (she has one of her castles here anyway. It’s a nice pad. Gimme a shout if you visit and I’ll get you in cheaply) and there are plenty of wealthy people, the majority of us don’t earn a fortune. You don’t have to go too far from the castle to discover that Windsor is just like any other town. It’s old estates, it’s tatty round the edges, it’s nothing special. So for no reason other than to see how they can justify this abuse of the consumer, I’ve emailed BP;
Dear BP
In Windsor, where I live, my nearest BP station sells unleaded at 95.9p a litre. I work in Farnborough where the nearest BP station sells unleaded at 93.9p a litre. I drive to work through Bagshot where the BP station sells unleaded at 97.9p a litre. In Reading last night I saw a BP forecourt offering unleaded for 92.9p a litre.
I appreciate that you exist to make a profit, but how can you justify such a wide price range in such a small geographical area? Should I have to pay more for my petrol because I live in a ‘wealthy’ area?
Yours etc…..
I’ll let you know what they say.
I reassembled my now sparkling ‘puter, put it back where it lives, booted it up and listened to Bob Dylan while playing crazy golf and cursing BT. I’ve had to leave my modem on again today so that they can tinker from their end. I’m going out to dinner tonight with an old friend so they will have an evening off from my incessant moaning but I’m taking a few days holiday, from tomorrow until the middle of next week so will be able to call them maybe 3 or 4 times a day! Saying that though, the reason I’m off is because I get a new kitten tomorrow so I’ll probably have my hands full. Since Will died, Billie has been like a little lost sheep, she hates being on her own so it’s as much for her as me. Really. There’s enough kitten stuff on the internet already but do indulge me if I post a few kitten pics over the weekend or next week. This will of course depend on when (if?) BT connect me. My kitten will be named Rosa by the way.
So, crusades. I’m having a real down on companies whose initial letter is B. I was driving home earlier in the week and noticed that the BP garage nearest my office is selling unleaded at 93.9p a litre. Tip top I thought to myself, I’ll fill up at BP. About 4 miles further along my journey home I passed another BP station, in Bagshot and they were selling unleaded at 97.9p a litre. In Windsor it was 95.9p a litre. I popped into Reading last night - 92.9p a litre. The fuckers charge what they think they can get away with. Windsor and Bagshot - posh areas - fleece the bastards. Reading and Farnborough - pikey - so it’s cheaper. As a socialist of course I’d normally approve of fucking the rich over but although the queen lives in Windsor (she has one of her castles here anyway. It’s a nice pad. Gimme a shout if you visit and I’ll get you in cheaply) and there are plenty of wealthy people, the majority of us don’t earn a fortune. You don’t have to go too far from the castle to discover that Windsor is just like any other town. It’s old estates, it’s tatty round the edges, it’s nothing special. So for no reason other than to see how they can justify this abuse of the consumer, I’ve emailed BP;
Dear BP
In Windsor, where I live, my nearest BP station sells unleaded at 95.9p a litre. I work in Farnborough where the nearest BP station sells unleaded at 93.9p a litre. I drive to work through Bagshot where the BP station sells unleaded at 97.9p a litre. In Reading last night I saw a BP forecourt offering unleaded for 92.9p a litre.
I appreciate that you exist to make a profit, but how can you justify such a wide price range in such a small geographical area? Should I have to pay more for my petrol because I live in a ‘wealthy’ area?
Yours etc…..
I’ll let you know what they say.
posted by phylos @ 09:19
3 Comments:
It is funny because for some reason your writing never lead me to think you may be a cat person but turns out you are.
I am sorry about Will, he must be hanging out with Husha (means quick in hebrew) and Squeeze (after the band).
They were my cats from birth until I was 21 and arrived back from my first drug rehab. There was a dog at my parents house named Ozzy (after Osbourne). But where were my only friends in the world, 21 year old Husha and Squeeze??
I still pretend my dad was being honest when he said he gave them to an old lady. I know they are having a blast with will in cat heaven chomping on some nip and napping.
mszqy (what i entered in to post this)
I would love to hear your thoughts on our wonderful friend Cheney's stance on torture!
I'm a big softy really Em!! The first cat I lived with was Iggy after Mr Pop, who had a twin sister called Ozzy. Sadly run over by Dr Spock - I shit you not - run over by a Trekkie on the way to a convention.
As for Cheney and his band of evil demons, maybe Libby and Rove should be tortured until they admit the whole Iraq thing was just a con for the oil? You believe in karma? I do. Those boys have got some bad shit coming. A post will form over the coming days - i'm getting flu and need rest most at the mo.
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