The guy across the road from us
has his car registered in his name, but at our address. I'm guessing it was 'fat fingers syndrome' when he filled out the paperwork.

I keep getting his DVLA letters, but because I'm nice, I always take them across to his house.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Fri 10 Oct 2014, 13:18, 1 reply, 10 years ago)

Someone somewhere has the same named house as ours
and has somehow fucked up and used our postcode. So even though the address in the middle is nothing like ours the post office don't give a fuck and keep sending us their mail.
( Peej, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 13:30, Reply)

male

(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 13:31, Reply)

you wot?

( Peej, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 13:40, Reply)

Happy Christmas money though

(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 13:50, Reply)

I wish, the relatives probably have the real address
My last house before I stopped being rentscum got regular tesco clubcard vouchers, whoever it was was using their card and not clocking that they weren't getting the vouchers. got a fuck load of free booze out of them.
( Peej, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 13:53, Reply)