Council Cunts
Stallion Explosion writes "I was in a record shop in Melbourne, flicking through the vinyl, when I found a record entitled 'Hackney Council Are A Bunch Of Cunts'"
We agree.
Have you been trapped in the relentless petty minded bureaucracy of your local council?
Why does it require 3 forms of ID to get a parking permit when the car in question is busy receiving a parking ticket right outside the parking office?
Or do you work for Hackney Council?
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 10:51)
Stallion Explosion writes "I was in a record shop in Melbourne, flicking through the vinyl, when I found a record entitled 'Hackney Council Are A Bunch Of Cunts'"
We agree.
Have you been trapped in the relentless petty minded bureaucracy of your local council?
Why does it require 3 forms of ID to get a parking permit when the car in question is busy receiving a parking ticket right outside the parking office?
Or do you work for Hackney Council?
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 10:51)
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Yet more Sheffield City Council
A couple of weeks ago, Mrs Crackerjack had to take some important documents from her place of business to a company in Sheffield on her way home. As I had the TomTom that day, she was left to find it herself, toiling against the ridiculous one-way systems and closed roads due to traffic works.
She found the road, but could not actually find where the building was (it was incongruously placed between two coffee shops), and so, after parking dashed into the local council office to ask for directions.
In she ran, looking flustered, with a load of lever-arch files beneath her arms, and politely asked the ladies sat behind the reception desk if they knew where [x ltd] was. Their response was a rather brief 'no', before carrying on their no-doubt moronic conversation.
Still, it's nice to see that cuntitude is present in even the lowliest of council workers in Sheffield. It's probably some requirement.
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 12:26, Reply)
A couple of weeks ago, Mrs Crackerjack had to take some important documents from her place of business to a company in Sheffield on her way home. As I had the TomTom that day, she was left to find it herself, toiling against the ridiculous one-way systems and closed roads due to traffic works.
She found the road, but could not actually find where the building was (it was incongruously placed between two coffee shops), and so, after parking dashed into the local council office to ask for directions.
In she ran, looking flustered, with a load of lever-arch files beneath her arms, and politely asked the ladies sat behind the reception desk if they knew where [x ltd] was. Their response was a rather brief 'no', before carrying on their no-doubt moronic conversation.
Still, it's nice to see that cuntitude is present in even the lowliest of council workers in Sheffield. It's probably some requirement.
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 12:26, Reply)
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