Clampers
Quite a few years ago now, Mrs. Linbox popped out on Friday night to collect a Chinese takeaway and arrived home in a bit of a state because her car had been clamped. I drove up there to check it out and she had parked in an empty 100+ space carpark opposite the takeaway, which was protected by a private clamping company. I doubt the office occupants intended to prevent people from parking there at night, but the clamper wanted his pound of flesh. Sadly for him, he couldn't produce any ID, so I phoned the police and reported what looked like a giant attempted fraud. God bless 'em, but it must have been a quiet shift because Hampshire plod turned up in droves - three cars, two motorbikes and all of them with their blue lights flashing away merrily for the hour+ they were there, preventing anybody else from getting caught. They made the "operator" get his boss out of a dinner party to answer questions and produce paperwork, before having to admit defeat. After a VERY long time buggering about, I paid the fine.

And wrote down all the contact numbers from the signs in the carpark. And then found out the phone numbers for the head office of the clamping company. And then went into work Saturday morning and fed all the numbers into a computer based dialling system that phoned each number in turn every 15 seconds.

Twenty-four hours a day.

For two weeks.


Take that you fuckers!
( Linbox has a serious dunk habit, Thu 17 Jun 2010, 19:03, 4 replies)

I really like this!
Even if you had to pay the fine, at least you caused them trouble by calling in the police, disrupting the dinner party etc. And the phone thing is even better!

I cannot express how much I detest and despise those private clamping companies.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 17 Jun 2010, 19:44, closed)

I got clamped once
Called the police, as our company was (and still is)part of the Post Office. "Impeding the Queens mail" is actually an offence in the statute books, so big Mr Super- Bollocks looked about 2 foot tall once we had ascertained that that was an actual law, but had much fun watching him take it off, and saying "Mind the paint, monkey boy".
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Thu 17 Jun 2010, 23:51, closed)

You're not kidding
I drove for the Royal Mail, and in every van, 17 tonner and artic is a letter, stamped and franked.
Or at least Plod think there is.
In every depot there's a sign: "You are not exempt from speed cameras. You may not kill pedestrians. Do not hit anything."

Apart from that...ever been street racing in a 430hp 44 tonne HGV? In Central London? Fuck, what a rush.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Fri 18 Jun 2010, 0:23, closed)

I like it too
but it's not really sticking it to The Man, as The Man seemed to be on your wife's side in all this.
(Vlad the Inhaler forgot his password, Mon 21 Jun 2010, 11:17, closed)