Good god, this whole thread makes me feel awfully smug.
Our local depot is right in the middle of town, has its own parking and opens 8am till 7pm on weekdays, and until 12:30 on Saturdays.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 10:42, archived)

(Aye, mine too)
I suddenly feel rather lucky, and so will shut up.

But getting things delivered to a business premises works a lot lot betetr!
( Dekazer, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 10:44, archived)

You are very spacky handed today.
Are you flicking the bean?
( Fenris temporary Lazarus, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 10:45, archived)

Yes*
I always type this badly, I'm just not in the mood for editing today. A little distracted maybe.

*No.
( Dekazer, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 10:50, archived)

In Nottingham
the depot was about 6 miles out of town, at the back of a large industrial estate, it opened from 03:00 - 04:00, except when it didn't, and was guarded by automatic, motion-detecting machine gun nests and barbed wire.
( Geordie Al, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 10:46, archived)

Jesus. that's harsh.
I mean, Nottingham...
( Mr. Tea 'ulmmm'/'mmneurgh', Tue 5 Jul 2005, 10:53, archived)

And letters are delivered clenched between the pert buttocks
of dusky maidens, right?
( Mr. Tea 'ulmmm'/'mmneurgh', Tue 5 Jul 2005, 10:45, archived)

Pah! I've lost count of the number of times
I've had to complain about the skiddy letters. Serves me right for living in Reading, I suppose...
( Johnny Catfish - Yowsa!, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 10:48, archived)

That would explain the pubes I found in the letterbox,
yes.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 10:50, archived)

This,
but it's open until 1.30 on saturdays.
( sprinkles ITS AN ISLAND, morron, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 10:47, archived)