BT ROCKS.....
Good old British Telecom. One of the few companies that never give me shit. They have never tried to bombard me with new sales blarney, unreasonable bills or put me on the phone to an Asian call centre or played ghastly supermarket music down my earhole for ever and ever whilst I'm held in a queue for service. And they always send round nice engineers.
Iv'e been out of the pit for some time now. 7.45 to be precise. That's when my BT engineer phoned to say he was on the way. Ok, so the timing wasn't perfect, but at least they offered to actually come out and sort my problem fairly quickly and without a big charge or a fight. Grumpy as I was, my engineer turned out to be a lovely sort. Iv'e always like BT men. Thumbs up boys! This one came to the inevitable conclusion (flat covered in guitars, plectrums, records and microphone leads is a slight giveaway) that I was in a band, which led to a wicked conversation about old music v new music. Turned out he had seen the Sex Pistols in their hey day. "I weren't a punk tho. Oh no, not me.....me mates was but I never jumped on any bandwagon - people don't seem to able to like summink wivout copyin each over like sheep...."
Fabulous. Gone are the days says Mr BT when you go round to a person's place and they speak your language and even give you a cup of tea and a smile. Long gone. He was apparently given one drink ONCE two years ago from a chinese student, which resulted in a nasty car crash that left him in hospital nearly dead as it was heavily drugged. What a life. Anyway. Iv'e had a fairly productive day for once and it's still not late. Luckily people still think my phone is out of order so it hasn't started ringing and Iv'e managed to wade through a few emails that have been sitting there unanswered for time....(apologies if yours was one of them ;-O)
I'm trying to finish off a few new tracks before I hit the studio for some recording tomorrow. Robbie's off to Italia now for two weeks so we'll have our usual last minute scramble for rehearsals just before the tenth of August gig at the blessed Dublin Castle. Hope its in your diarys as it promises to be a good'un!
Right. Job number four - I'm off to the bastardo bank to try and reclaim some more unneccesary charges.... Look mate, you don't seem get it - there's NO f***ing money in there - right? So stop f***ing asking me for more, you thieving monkeys. Ah, the joy....
Much Love, adios for now. XXXX
