A London councilwho shall remain nameless in case I ever need a reference (rhymes with Cackney) employed me as a temp on a 'debt recovery team'. Basically, they'd discovered they were several million pounds in the red and needed to screw it out of whoever they could. My end of a typical conversation went something like this:
'Ah yes, Mrs Jones, what seems to be the problem? ... A letter from a debt collection agency? Yes, that's right. It's for an outstanding amount of £8.45 ... I said you owe us £8.45 - do you need to turn your hearing aid up? ... No, it's nothing to do with council tax, that's a different department ... Yes, I'm sure your rent is all paid ... Yes, I know you might not think you owe us anything. But this is quite an old debt ... Well, it's from about five and a half years ago ... No, we're legally entitled to chase anything up to seven years old ... What's it for? Well, according to our records, it's for a care plan ... No, I don't have any other details than that. Could it be something like meals on wheels? ... Ah, well it's not actually for you - it's for Mr Jones ... Ah, I'm terribly sorry to hear that. The late Mr Jones. Now, about this £8.45 that you owe us...'
('Ah yes, Mrs Jones, what seems to be the problem? ... A letter from a debt collection agency? Yes, that's right. It's for an outstanding amount of £8.45 ... I said you owe us £8.45 - do you need to turn your hearing aid up? ... No, it's nothing to do with council tax, that's a different department ... Yes, I'm sure your rent is all paid ... Yes, I know you might not think you owe us anything. But this is quite an old debt ... Well, it's from about five and a half years ago ... No, we're legally entitled to chase anything up to seven years old ... What's it for? Well, according to our records, it's for a care plan ... No, I don't have any other details than that. Could it be something like meals on wheels? ... Ah, well it's not actually for you - it's for Mr Jones ... Ah, I'm terribly sorry to hear that. The late Mr Jones. Now, about this £8.45 that you owe us...'
ALargeElk,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 15:23,
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I worked nights at an old people's homeand had to go round with a torch once an hour to check that none of them had died.
They never did. They all watched the Sopranos and it had quite an effect on their language.
Nothing beats hearing a 100 year-old screeching "Shut the fuck up".
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 15:33,
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They never did. They all watched the Sopranos and it had quite an effect on their language.
Nothing beats hearing a 100 year-old screeching "Shut the fuck up".
you made menearly pee myself then
( Blobcat Less Jaffacakes this year,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 18:18,
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Hahah!like father ted?
arse!
raahgr!
feck!
arfgfhg
I really shouldnt be here..
yabass'
fgeckyerrs!
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 21:52,
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arse!
raahgr!
feck!
arfgfhg
I really shouldnt be here..
yabass'
fgeckyerrs!
ohhhhI lived in that place you refer to, and they came after me, for council tax in a student house I lived in (who don't have to pay it), I managed to prove I was a student during that time, but could trace the other 3 people I lived with...so the fuckers made me pay the £800 off myself, dispite the fact that I proved I was a student, they 'lost' our origianl exception certificates and I couldn't find the other people...I fucking hate Cackney council.......urgh typing very HARD now.
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Tue 11 Nov 2003, 17:43,
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