Apologies for poor pun in the title.
It's just as well I'm on my own tonight. I'm ready to burst every single blood vessel in my body and scream a big 'aaaarrrrrgggggghhhhh' for several hours.
Bloody bloody virgin.
Two weeks after getting set top box and it not working - finally get the engineers out.
Out of the van pop two extras from Two Pints of Lager and a packet of crisps.
4 minutes later, their baseball caps are merely a sillouhette in the air. Apparently its working, but need to ring up later to get them to re-activate the smart card.
Apparently.
Ring them. Re-boot sent. Ring them. Re-boot sent. Ring...etc
They might need to send an engineer out. I try to explain that they already have.
I could fucking hit someone. Hard.
It's times like these that make me reach for the junk food.
Fuckity fuckity fuckwits.
Im off to Sainsburys for a pig out.
Wankers












