Westminster and Wolverhampton Councils. Both W, Both wankers
First up, Westminster Council.
Had a meeting at the Royal Opera House. This was while it was being rebuilt so less of the fat bloke warbling jokes please. A road for contracters was barricaded off, big signs saying so and to get in you needed a permit from the constructers. Which they gave me well in advance, with my registration and a big Westminster Council badge on it too.

On the morning of the meeting I get there and park as instructed by the lad operating the barriers. 5 hours later I come back to find a ticket on my car!

Seems the lad on the barrier went to get a bite to eat and a scum Warden dived in and ticketed the lot of us, despite it clearly saying we were allowed to park there.

I phone the Council and tell them what has happened. Some idiot on the end tells me I had parked illegally and must pay the fine. I patiently tell him I was permitted to park. This goes on for 10, yes 10 minutes, back and forth. Like a stuck record he was. Finally I start to get a bit annoyed and give him the permit number, my registration, the date, the name of the street AGAIN, and tell him to check his records. Long silence while he asks a fellow twunt. Eventually I am informed that they are willing to make an exception and not pursue the fine. I start spluttering at that, and feeling rather wronged here ask for an apology for their ineptitude.

brrrrrrrrrrr................................

WANKERS!

Now Wolverhampton Council. As I grew up there (Tettenhall actually, I'm a snob) I should perhaps have something nice to say about my home town. Oh no, not this bunch of cretinous wankstains. From buying expensive houses for a dual carriageway they they decide would be too costly and then selling them all off AT LESS THAN THEY BOUGHT THEM FOR, to refusing to take my council tax in person as I wanted to pay cash, they're the true amoebic pondlife of humanity. Years ago I worked for a short time in the town's DHSS after leaving college. Well, it was a recession and I figured if there was one boom industry it was the Civil Service. Now the folk working there were, on the whole, incapable of doing anything productive and seemed to take pleasure in performing their tasks as slooooooowly as possible. But their contempt for the Council's Housing department knew no bounds. This I though was rather rich considering their workshy attitude. Then one day I went to the said department in the Civic Centre. Jesus. I honestly thought I had blanked out and wandered into a Psychiactric ward by mistake. They left phones ringing as the person calling "is going to be some scrounger anyway", and spent their waking existence talking about each other or someone else in another department. Fuck work was their attitude.

I left the DHSS before my first anniverary. How I got even that far I don't know. But Councils? Birdflu would be too good for them.
(bongowongo, Fri 27 Jul 2007, 15:56, Reply)