The great Freddie Mercury would’ve been 65 today. Can just imagine him popping down to the Post Office to collect his pension in his lycra one piece.
You know, for someone celebrating the arrival of his first grandchild, my dad is still as fucking miserable and ranty as ever.
Really fuming with three.co.uk at the moment. Tried to cancel my contract with them back in August because I’m going to get broadband and telly through Virgin Media at the flat, so I don’t need my mobile broadband any longer. Anyway, long story short, they offered me a reduction in my monthly bills and said I could extend the contract until such time as I got set up with Virgin, then cancel it with no problems.
They lie! They’ve still been charging me full price and have set me up on another 12 month contract that I neither need nor asked for.
Their customer service staff take an age to respond to emails (if they respond at all) and I’m sick and tired of having to call them – especially since it seems I’m ringing a call-centre somewhere in India. I’ve spoken to three different people today and the last one said that he would check my account and call me back immediately. As of yet, no phone call. I don’t even know why I’m surprised.