Just to help you understand...
If I don't always come across as a happy little ray of sunshine, it is because I spend most of my day on the phone trying to deal with people like this English gentleman. You know the sort. The ones that send letters to Ceefax (page 145 if you've never sampled the pleasures).
As I have never hung up on one of them yet in over three years, I will shortly be composing a letter to the Pope to ask what's causing the delay on my sodding sainthood.
They send me letters too you know. Oh yes. And emails.
When I rule the world, they'll be going the same way as the people who eat with their mouths open. There'll be no mercy.
posted by Kellycat @ 6:52 pm
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10 Comments:
Dear Ms Cat
I'll have you know that our Sainthood Pending file is a mile high on account of His Holiness being rather busy thinking up daft new names to give his next five successors.
We appreciate your ongoing patience with regard to this matter and ask that you desist from changing your headed notepaper until such time as we are able to confirm (or deny) your sainthood.
With many-a-godly thought,
Sister Benedicta
PA and sandwich-purchaser to His Holiness
P.S. Please consider an extra confession this week for thinking (and recording) such ungodly thoughts.
P.P.S. His Holiness continues to pray for your soul.
Call that Customer Service? I'm writing to Ceefax...
I love the article of the bitter old Brit.
Partner would send something similar with her hatred of the litter, so I cannot judge him too harshly.
The English gentleman from the BBC story surely has to be him at vicusscurra.blogspot.com ...
He must be so lonely. What a Meldrew.
Miserable old fuck.
Him. Not you.
Henry Biggelsworth? Sounds like a cartoon character. This is so funny.
P.S. I'm composing an email to send to the pope, nominating you for sainthood. There is no way in hell I could handle dealing with freaks like this. I am in awe that you can!
Dear Kellycat, You are truly worthy of the sainthood. The Holy See is a bit backed up with their committees to think up more ways to oppress women and get more money out of poor misguided peasants. In the meantime, come to the henhouse, where I will cluck over you, feed you non-fattening cyber chocolate cake and listen to your tales of woe. We will mock the likes of Mr. Biggelsworth.
Gawd, it's amazing that someone would do that when someone was just sending a message.
Let's hope the old fecker doesn't start blogging and telling us that we're just littering the internet...
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