Along with getting married and starting a new job, moving is supposed to be one of the most stressful things you’ll ever do. Fortunately, my current flat change has gone relatively smoothly, until now…
Annoyingly, the one factor which is proving the most tedious is what should normally be the simplest – getting Sky installed.
I managed to convince both the letting agency and local council to allow me to erect a satellite dish, that was easy, but when it comes to ordering the damn system, it all goes wrong.
My telephone call to the Sky order line was answered by someone sounding just like Tobi Anstis (the guy who used to present Children’s BBC and went on I’m A Celebrity). He was helpful enough, yet still insisted in reciting all available packages to me (even though I clearly stated that I wanted the Sky Sports Pack).
The problem arose when arranging a delivery address to post my contract and viewing card to. I currently live in a flat on Newbridge HILL but and moving to a flat on Newbridge ROAD in late February. Tobi Anstis point blankly refused to post any material to my current Newbridge HILL address, even though I told him that I would have no access to my Newbridge ROAD flat until the end of next month.
Tobi Anstis had obviously had an argument with Otis the Aardvark and was having none of it. Don’t worry though, it just so happens that Johnny McWatkins works for the devil (AKA Sky) and is kicking some ass and pulling some strings for me.
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