A look at life from a bloke who used to live in beautiful Ruislip on the fringe of London and who used to travel to work each day by train. But not any more. [I suppose this will have to do: Ed]
Friday, October 31, 2008
Time for another moan
I must be turning into Victor Meldrew. Not only did I phone the bank to complain about how quickly their website logs one out after a period of inactivity, but I also had a go at them about the pop music played whilst you are on hold. I am, as it happens, a fan of certain popular beat combos, and have been memorably deafened in my youth by practitioners such as King Crimson, Colosseum and Caravan. But there is a time and place for everything. Mid-morning, doing accountancy work with a phone headset on, waiting for the call to be picked up is not the time for contemporary pop singles, if ever there is one.
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