I logged onto my bank account today to find this
Cheers, Bill. It’s only two months late!
Looks like my threats of legal action and violence got things moving.
That free game, Viva Pinata: Part Animals, arrived today as well.
It’s been almost 12 weeks since I last watched a live football game – a stat that will change tomorrow when I attend Twerton Park for the first time this season. It may only be a friendly against Oxford United, but I have missed football so much and the thought of watching any game excites me.
Apparently Timmy Mallett is an Oxford United fan. Maybe he’ll be at the game tomorrow…
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Well “surprise, surprise” – Microsoft, a billionaire company, have still failed to pay the £39.99, stolen from me in May. Wankers.
I called them again this afternoon and was told, yet again, that I would have to wait another 3 weeks for the money. That’s when I went mad…
I’d had enough. Microsoft had pissed me off one time too many. I wanted the complaint escalated. I wanted to speak to Bill!
After waiting on hold for almost an hour, I got through to a supervisor – sadly it wasn’t Mr. Gates; it was some moron who was just as useless as is deputy. I was promised that the money would be in my account within 3 weeks; to which I promised if it wasn’t Trading Standards would be contacted. I would have got really mad at this point, but was offered a free game as compensation (something I had to demand). I chose Viva Pinata: Party Animal.
I now know how Bill Gates has become as wealthy as he has. Not from making excellent software and operating systems used the world-over. No, it’s by taking money from customers for products they don’t require, and then refusing to refund them!
I was down the local pub last night. While enjoying a pint with Simon, our conversation was interrupted by a small child. The kid had wandered off from its mother and was trying to make friends. Bless. The child’s idea of starting a friendship was by offering me chocolate. Now this is always a good thing, but not in this case.
I wasn’t able to accept the gift. Not because I felt bad about taking a young boy’s sweets, but because the chocolate had been half chewed and covered was in spit. It was extremely awkward when he left the soggy KitKat on the pub table and stood around watching, expecting me to tuck in.
Luckily he was distracted by something shiny at the other side of the room and he ran away; but I was left feeling bad and guilty for not eating his gift of chewed up biscuit. Am I going to Hell now?
The Knock-Off Nigel ads are back. They certainly made me think – I won’t be downloading pirate material anymore (not that I ever did).
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You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
