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» Conned
Paging Dr Conman
When I was opening my first student account I got the one which had either fifty quid or a free pager. Being a knob I wanted the free pager as this was the age when mobile phones cost hundreds of pounds and looked like house bricks. I was keen to be kept constantly up to date with the exploits of my 'crew' so we all got the pagers.
Mine didn't arrive within 14 seconds like I wanted it to, so I phoned the bank and went ape shit. I had already missed a pager bat signal about a party full of booze and naive 16 year olds and wasn't about to miss out again.
They apologised and sent another one out. Two days later another arrived, so I have two pagers. The next day I get a phone call from the bank which begins 'Did you phone up about a free pager?'. 'Shit!' I thought 'I'll have to send one back'. 'Yes that was me' I began.
He interrupted with 'I'm terribly sorry but we've run out of pagers, would it be alright to have the £50 instead?'. I paused, not believing my luck, and he took this as a sign of displeasure and jumped back in. 'Again, we must apologise, we will also credit your account with another £50 to make up for the inconvenience.
'Fine!' I managed to squeak, and the next day I am in the enviable position of having two pagers and a hundred quid. Two days later, and the postbox rattle. Yep, it's another pager.
I sold the two spares for £30 each and the haul of £160 kept me in John Smiths until February.
(Fri 19th Oct 2007, 15:50, More)
Paging Dr Conman
When I was opening my first student account I got the one which had either fifty quid or a free pager. Being a knob I wanted the free pager as this was the age when mobile phones cost hundreds of pounds and looked like house bricks. I was keen to be kept constantly up to date with the exploits of my 'crew' so we all got the pagers.
Mine didn't arrive within 14 seconds like I wanted it to, so I phoned the bank and went ape shit. I had already missed a pager bat signal about a party full of booze and naive 16 year olds and wasn't about to miss out again.
They apologised and sent another one out. Two days later another arrived, so I have two pagers. The next day I get a phone call from the bank which begins 'Did you phone up about a free pager?'. 'Shit!' I thought 'I'll have to send one back'. 'Yes that was me' I began.
He interrupted with 'I'm terribly sorry but we've run out of pagers, would it be alright to have the £50 instead?'. I paused, not believing my luck, and he took this as a sign of displeasure and jumped back in. 'Again, we must apologise, we will also credit your account with another £50 to make up for the inconvenience.
'Fine!' I managed to squeak, and the next day I am in the enviable position of having two pagers and a hundred quid. Two days later, and the postbox rattle. Yep, it's another pager.
I sold the two spares for £30 each and the haul of £160 kept me in John Smiths until February.
(Fri 19th Oct 2007, 15:50, More)
» Voyeurism
Ben, the two of us need look no more....
Whilst enjoying some grown up fun with a friend I glanced up to notice that we were being spied on by Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, this being my pet rat, who had a knack of squeezing himself through the bars of his cage and escaping. No sooner had I made eye contact with Ole that he jumped onto my partner's back, and I had to cover by trying to make tiny rat-like scratches myself so that he didn't rear up and catapult Ole across the room. Luckily he seemed to like it and Ole soon got bored and got back inside the cage.
Length? About 9 inches with the tail.
(Tue 16th Oct 2007, 10:09, More)
Ben, the two of us need look no more....
Whilst enjoying some grown up fun with a friend I glanced up to notice that we were being spied on by Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, this being my pet rat, who had a knack of squeezing himself through the bars of his cage and escaping. No sooner had I made eye contact with Ole that he jumped onto my partner's back, and I had to cover by trying to make tiny rat-like scratches myself so that he didn't rear up and catapult Ole across the room. Luckily he seemed to like it and Ole soon got bored and got back inside the cage.
Length? About 9 inches with the tail.
(Tue 16th Oct 2007, 10:09, More)