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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Hello...?
I have nothing against disabled people, I think of everybody equally. In other words, everybody's a useless, scum-sucking twunt in my eyes. But there is one disability that hacks me off more than I could even begin to describe, deafness, and here's why...
One day the phone rings
Me: Hello, planning department, how can I help you?
Them: I'm sorry, I'm deaf, you'll have to speak up a bit.
Me: (thinking maybe they have one of those fancy phones that converts talk to text) HI, HOW CAN I HELP YOU?
Them: I'm sorry, I still can't hear you, I'm deaf, please speak up.
Me: (raising my voice, now the whole office is listening) I'M SORRY, HOW CAN I HELP YOU?!
Them: Hello? Hello? I'm sorry, I'm deaf, please speak up, hello?
Me: (sounding like Dom Joly in Trigger HAPPY TV) HELLO!?!?! HELLO!?!?! HOW CAN I HELP YOU?!?!
Them: I'm deaf... hello?
Repeat this scenario three times a week for a month, until this happens:
Me: Hello, Planning Department, how can I help?
Them: I'm sorry, I'm deaf, you'll have to speak up a bit.
Me: Don't use a fucking phone then.
*Click* Brrr...
( , Thu 2 Aug 2007, 11:39, Reply)
I have nothing against disabled people, I think of everybody equally. In other words, everybody's a useless, scum-sucking twunt in my eyes. But there is one disability that hacks me off more than I could even begin to describe, deafness, and here's why...
One day the phone rings
Me: Hello, planning department, how can I help you?
Them: I'm sorry, I'm deaf, you'll have to speak up a bit.
Me: (thinking maybe they have one of those fancy phones that converts talk to text) HI, HOW CAN I HELP YOU?
Them: I'm sorry, I still can't hear you, I'm deaf, please speak up.
Me: (raising my voice, now the whole office is listening) I'M SORRY, HOW CAN I HELP YOU?!
Them: Hello? Hello? I'm sorry, I'm deaf, please speak up, hello?
Me: (sounding like Dom Joly in Trigger HAPPY TV) HELLO!?!?! HELLO!?!?! HOW CAN I HELP YOU?!?!
Them: I'm deaf... hello?
Repeat this scenario three times a week for a month, until this happens:
Me: Hello, Planning Department, how can I help?
Them: I'm sorry, I'm deaf, you'll have to speak up a bit.
Me: Don't use a fucking phone then.
*Click* Brrr...
( , Thu 2 Aug 2007, 11:39, Reply)
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