I shall hold you to that good sir.
Tell you what though, it's like running a gauntlet down Northumberland Street trying to avoid the charity workers. I only sign upto the good ones (Age UK, Marie Curie Cancer whatever and Shelter) in earshot of the cunts trying to get me to give them money to save the snow leopard to wind them up. Those arseholes won't leave me alone, mostly because I can't resist telling them I hate the snow leopard and everything it stands for when they approach me. They're just trying to annoy me now.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Fri 16 Mar 2012, 0:46, 2 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

I will never 'sign up' to a Chugger.
Ask them the following question.

1/ What documentation I can I take away with me to consider this donation.

2/ How much are you being paid to do this? (They are obliged to tell you)

3/ If you think I'm giving my bank details to some fucking crusty cunt in the street, do you think I'd look as stupid as you, you dreadlocked tosser?
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Fri 16 Mar 2012, 0:49, Reply)

You don't give them your details on the street, they've got bare clever.
They ask for a text donation which costs a quid/three/five quid depending on how generous you want to be. Then after a couple days they keep phoning you asking to sign up. Truth is I'm going to cancel all the direct debits as soon as I can be bothered. The satisfaction and pride signing upto them in the first place just outweighs the guilt of cancelling the payments, so I still win.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Fri 16 Mar 2012, 0:55, Reply)

I have the same problem with gypsies on the Underground.
Except I duck my shoulder when they try and pin some lucky heather on me, then I run away laughing.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 16 Mar 2012, 1:02, Reply)