Council Cunts
Stallion Explosion writes "I was in a record shop in Melbourne, flicking through the vinyl, when I found a record entitled 'Hackney Council Are A Bunch Of Cunts'"
We agree.
Have you been trapped in the relentless petty minded bureaucracy of your local council?
Why does it require 3 forms of ID to get a parking permit when the car in question is busy receiving a parking ticket right outside the parking office?
Or do you work for Hackney Council?
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 10:51)
Stallion Explosion writes "I was in a record shop in Melbourne, flicking through the vinyl, when I found a record entitled 'Hackney Council Are A Bunch Of Cunts'"
We agree.
Have you been trapped in the relentless petty minded bureaucracy of your local council?
Why does it require 3 forms of ID to get a parking permit when the car in question is busy receiving a parking ticket right outside the parking office?
Or do you work for Hackney Council?
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 10:51)
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An interesting story of david and goliath that someone other than me will actually care about
One time when I lived in a place I shall call [ insert place name here ], for that is what it is called. Me and my partner, Mrs Kenelo Bumfish, had a really tedious grievance with the local council who I practically fund via my council tax and expected special treatment regarding my problem which was more than likely about some form of refuse collection or a car or something.............. I digress.
I phoned someone (on the telephone at my bleeding expense, using my hard earned bleeding cash) and whinged, and astonishingly the 'ignorant phone-monkey' on the other end of the phone didn't give a rats pants about it.
So I done something which I seem to think was cool and stuck it to the man ( read as: reminded them of a by-law that worked to my advantage or gave them the fingers down the phone), which resulted in me getting the problem sorted 'lickedy-split'.
Ha, I am quite obviously fricking top drawer, am I not?
I rattled a few cages that day, I can tell you.
Yeah, first post. ( Am not always a c**t, just fed up reading the same old answers, and had a shite monday)
Apologies for teh lack of length joke :)
( , Tue 31 Jul 2007, 0:42, Reply)
One time when I lived in a place I shall call [ insert place name here ], for that is what it is called. Me and my partner, Mrs Kenelo Bumfish, had a really tedious grievance with the local council who I practically fund via my council tax and expected special treatment regarding my problem which was more than likely about some form of refuse collection or a car or something.............. I digress.
I phoned someone (on the telephone at my bleeding expense, using my hard earned bleeding cash) and whinged, and astonishingly the 'ignorant phone-monkey' on the other end of the phone didn't give a rats pants about it.
So I done something which I seem to think was cool and stuck it to the man ( read as: reminded them of a by-law that worked to my advantage or gave them the fingers down the phone), which resulted in me getting the problem sorted 'lickedy-split'.
Ha, I am quite obviously fricking top drawer, am I not?
I rattled a few cages that day, I can tell you.
Yeah, first post. ( Am not always a c**t, just fed up reading the same old answers, and had a shite monday)
Apologies for teh lack of length joke :)
( , Tue 31 Jul 2007, 0:42, Reply)
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