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  • Cronus
    Banned
    • Dec 2009
    • 692

    #1

    Genuine complaint

    Its an old one but still funny.



    This is a genuine complaint to Devon & Cornwall Police Force from an angry member of the public
    True email sent to the force, lengthy but brilliantly written?..

    Dear Sir/madam/automated telephone answering service, Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Bodmin police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead.
    Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Bodmin, by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija board.
    As I?m writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in St Marys Crescent, which is just off St Marys Road in Bodmin.
    Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite.
    This causes an earth shattering CLANG! which rings throughout the entire building.
    This game is now in its third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.
    The remaining five walking abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins.
    One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on speed.
    I fear that it?s only a matter of time before they turn their limited attention to the bottle of calor gas that is lying on its side
    between the two bins.
    If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it.
    I would even go so far as to lend them the matches.
    Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I?ve just finished decorating the kitchen.
    What I suggest is this ? after replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again.
    This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.
    I trust that when I take a claw hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you?ll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.
    I remain sir, your obedient servant
    ???????
    ???????????????????????
    Mr ??????,
    I have read your e-mail and understand your frustration at the problems caused by youth playing in the area and the problems you have encountered in trying to contact the police.
    As the Community Beat Officer for your street I would like to extend an offer of discussing the matter fully with you.
    Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details (address / telephone number) and when may be suitable.
    Regards
    PC ?
    Community Beat Officer
    ???????????????????????
    Dear PC ?
    First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my original e-mail.
    16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Bodmin Police station, and rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris McWhirter for inclusion in his next book.
    Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has its own community beat officer.
    May I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills?
    In the five or so years I have lived in St Marys Crescent , I have never seen you.
    Do you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and infiltrated the gang itself?
    Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or the one with a chin like a wash hand basin?
    It?s surely only a matter of time before you are headhunted by MI5.
    Whilst I realise that there may be far more serious crimes taking place in Bodmin, such as smoking in a public place or being Muslim without due care and attention, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain (using words of no more than two syllables at a time) to these twats that they might want to play their strange football game elsewhere.
    The pitch on Fairpark Road , or the one at Priory Park are both within spitting distance as is the bottom of the Par Dock.
    Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to contact me on <DATE> If after 25 minutes I have still failed to answer, I?ll buy you a large one in the CAt and Fiddle Pub.
    Regards
    ?
    P.S If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky that you don?t work for the cleansing department, with whom I am also in contact!!
  • barrowmanandrew
    V.I.P. Member
    • Nov 2009
    • 3427

    #2
    yep, makes me laugh each time i read it

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    • skywash
      V.I.P. Member
      • Nov 2008
      • 1002

      #3
      I have'nt laughed so much since my auntie mabel caught her left tit in a mangle

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      • melloned
        DK Veteran
        • Nov 2008
        • 1215

        #4
        A belter Mate , Victor Meldrew would approve .

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        • stuckylad
          DK Veteran
          • Jun 2008
          • 991

          #5
          nice one,bet they still do ~~~~ all
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          • dazzabhoy
            Newbie
            • May 2010
            • 17

            #6
            This is an old one but still great.

            Below is a copy of a letter that won a competition in UK as complaint letter of the year...have a laugh and
            read on.
            Complaint Letter of the Year. The British do have a way with words.... A real-life customer complaint
            letter sent to NTL (to their complaints dept....)
            Dear Cretins,
            I have been an NTL customer since 9th July 2001, when I signed up for
            your 3-in-one deal for cable TV, cable modem, and telephone. During this
            three-month period I have encountered inadequacy of service which I had
            not previously considered possible, as well as ignorance and stupidity
            of monolithic proportions. Please allow me to provide specific details,
            so that you can either pursue your professional perogative, and seek to
            rectify these difficulties - or more likely (I suspect) so that you can
            have some entertaining reading material as you while away the working
            day smoking B&H and drinking vendor-coffee on the bog in your office:
            My initial installation was cancelled without warning, resulting in my
            spending an entire Saturday sitting on my fat arse waiting for your
            technician to arrive. When he did not arrive, I spent a further 57
            minutes listening to your infuriating hold music, and the even more
            annoying Scottish robot woman telling me to look at your helpful
            website....HOW?
            I alleviated the boredom by playing with my testicles for a few minutes
            - an activity at which you are no-doubt both familiar and highly adept.
            The rescheduled installation then took place some two weeks later,
            although the technician did forget to bring a number of vital tools -
            such as a drill-bit, and his cerebrum. Two weeks later, my cable modem
            had still not arrived. After 15 telephone calls over 4 weeks my modem
            arrived... six weeks after I had requested it, and begun to pay for it.
            I estimate your internet server's downtime is roughly 35%... hours
            between about 6pm -midnight, Mon-Fri, and most of the weekend. I am
            still waiting for my telephone connection. I have made 9 calls on my
            mobile to your no-help line, and have been unhelpfully transferred to a
            variety of disinterested individuals, who are it seems also highly
            skilled bollock jugglers.
            I have been informed that a telephone line is available (and someone
            will call me back); that no telephone line is available (and someone
            will call me back); that I will be transferred to someone who knows
            whether or not a telephone line is available (and then been cut off);
            that I will be transferred to someone (and then been redirected to an
            answer machine informing me that your office is closed); that I will be
            transferred to someone and then been redirected to the irritating
            Scottish robot woman...and several other variations on this theme.
            Doubtless you are no longer reading this letter, as you have at least a
            thousand other dissatisfied customers to ignore, and also another one of
            those crucially important testicle-moments to attend to. Frankly I don't
            care, it's far more satisfying as a customer to voice my frustration's
            in print than to shout them at your unending hold music. Forgive me,
            therefore, if I continue.
            I thought BT were shit, that they had attained the holy piss-pot of godawful
            customer relations, that no-one, anywhere, ever, could be more
            disinterested, less helpful or more obstructive to delivering service to
            their customers. That's why I chose NTL, and because, well, there isn't
            anyone else is there? How surprised I therefore was, when I discovered
            to my considerable dissatisfaction and disappointment what a useless
            shower of bastards you truly are. You are sputum-filled pieces of
            distended rectum incompetents of the highest order.
            British Telecom - ****ers though they are - shine like brilliant beacons
            of success, in the filthy puss-filled mire of your seemingly limitless
            inadequacy. Suffice to say that I have now given up on my futile and
            foolhardy quest to receive any kind of service from you. I suggest that
            you cease any potential future attempts to extort payment from me for
            the services which you have so pointedly and catastrophically failed to
            deliver - any such activity will be greeted initially with hilarity and
            disbelief quickly be replaced by derision, and even perhaps bemused
            rage. I enclose two small deposits, selected with great care from my
            cats litter tray, as an expression of my utter and complete contempt for
            both you and your pointless company. I sincerely hope that they have not
            become desiccated during transit - they were satisfyingly moist at the
            time of posting, and I would feel considerable disappointment if you did
            not experience both their rich aroma and delicate texture. Consider them
            the very embodiment of my feelings towards NTL, and its worthless
            employees.
            Have a nice day - may it be the last in you miserable short life, you
            irritatingly incompetent and infuriatingly unhelpful bunch of twats.
            John

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            • bald rick
              DK Veteran
              • Feb 2010
              • 514

              #7
              hear hear....

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