God how I fucking hate these things. I mean seriously, it’s the sort of thing that they put into place just to PISS people off. The worst is the ones that sit there and talk to you and ask you for your name. Once that’s done, they’ll repeat your name to you. Isn’t that nice? Erm no that’s not my name you bastard. By the fourth time I swear I was shouting “NO YOU BASTARD THAT’S NOT MY NAME” down my phone.

While we’re on the subject of really annoying telephone protocol, what the hell is that rubbish with Indian call centres? We’ve been getting this more and more over here, nearly every day I get a phone call from somewhere in India asking me about my telephone bill and, now I just hang up. Straight away. Depending on my mood I’ll tell them to fuck off. Is it their fault? No hardly, they’re just doing their job, but I refuse to get hassled every single day, after I tried to get my name off their bloody database, which obviously the guy didn’t bother doing, so hopefully they’ll take me off because I’m so rude.

Hell Sylvane made fun of me once because I was trying to reason with them to get me off the list. No more.