Woo!!
Rswipe: £200 a month for a two-bedroomed flat? Bargain!!

But let's talk about me instead.

When working for various councils - fuckit. Explanation needed. I worked for an outsourcing company that provided IT services, among others, for a shitload of different councils. So that meant that I simultaneously worked for dozens of the buggers.

Right. So one of the call centre ops got this call.

Op: How can I help you sir?

Caller: I want someone from the council round straight away to clear up the leaves in my garden. They're all over the garden and make the place look untidy.

Op: According to our records, sir, you own that house. And you own the trees. Therefore you also own the leaves. It's not the councils responsibility to clear up your garden.

Caller: What! What! Do you know who you're talking to? I fought in the war to defend you young buggers from the Germans. And I pay £1000 a year in council tax so I want you round straight away to clear up those bloody leaves.

Op: Sir - they're not council leaves. They're yours. And our records show that you're 52 and that makes you a bit young to have fought the Germans....

Caller: Don't you give me any of your cheek. And get someone round to clear my leaves.

Op: Sir - they're not our leaves - they're yours. You're responsible for clearing them up. I mean, what have you done in previous years? You must have noticed that this happens the same time every year.

And so on and so on.

I know most councils are full of fuckwits but you really should listen to some of the calls they have to deal with.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 27 Jul 2007, 12:11, Reply)