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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Good way to piss off the council
My dad is a legend and one of the most stubborn bastards I've ever met.
When I first left home, being young and nieve, I didn't know I had to tell the council.
After about two years of blissful ignorance, the council start to hassle me for the poll tax at my parents address.
As I hadn't been living there, I just ignored it.
So they went after my dad for the money.
His tactic was quite simple:
When they first demanded the money, he wrote them a letter explaining that I hadn't lived there, with proof that I'd been at my new address.
When they sent another demand, he wrote another letter explaining the same thing and enclosed the previous letter and evidence.
Each time they wrote to him, he would include a copy of all previous correspondence (he'd retired early, so he had the time to hand deliver it and was getting quite a lot of pleasure out of the whole process).
It took two years for them to actually read any of it and, by the time they did, there was a whole box file of the stuff. Every letter referred to the previous and to the previous etc.
In the end he had to go in and go through it with them before they finally twigged that maybe, just maybe, I hadn't lived there for four years.
Neither of us had to pay a penny ;)
Legend
( , Fri 27 Jul 2007, 20:08, Reply)
My dad is a legend and one of the most stubborn bastards I've ever met.
When I first left home, being young and nieve, I didn't know I had to tell the council.
After about two years of blissful ignorance, the council start to hassle me for the poll tax at my parents address.
As I hadn't been living there, I just ignored it.
So they went after my dad for the money.
His tactic was quite simple:
When they first demanded the money, he wrote them a letter explaining that I hadn't lived there, with proof that I'd been at my new address.
When they sent another demand, he wrote another letter explaining the same thing and enclosed the previous letter and evidence.
Each time they wrote to him, he would include a copy of all previous correspondence (he'd retired early, so he had the time to hand deliver it and was getting quite a lot of pleasure out of the whole process).
It took two years for them to actually read any of it and, by the time they did, there was a whole box file of the stuff. Every letter referred to the previous and to the previous etc.
In the end he had to go in and go through it with them before they finally twigged that maybe, just maybe, I hadn't lived there for four years.
Neither of us had to pay a penny ;)
Legend
( , Fri 27 Jul 2007, 20:08, Reply)
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