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« Reply #3631 on: 16:30:42, 21-07-2008 » |
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THe TPS also doesn't help if you're getting phone calls for somebody who isn't you, and who you know has never lived at your address given that you are the only resident since its construction (but who, it seems, may have been a previous owner of your phone number)...
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Sadly it doesn't deal with pesky cold-calls from outside the UK. Ah, I didn't know that. It explains why I had a call from Trevor of Bangalore only this afternoon. TPS does help a lot, however. I'm usually polite, since the poor creature making the call isn't the boss, and has a wretched job. I find that if you tell them you're registered with the TPS and shouldn't be getting the calls, they ring off very quickly. |
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« Reply #3633 on: 17:23:59, 21-07-2008 » |
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Sadly it doesn't deal with pesky cold-calls from outside the UK. Ah, I didn't know that. It explains why I had a call from Trevor of Bangalore only this afternoon. TPS does help a lot, however. Blimey, until this afternoon I had never heard of Trevor of Bangalore!! First Don B, then Mary gets a call from him! Does he not like me? Why don't I get a call? Slinks off feeling miffed that a telephone operative from Bangalore disregards my many charms ......... |
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« Reply #3634 on: 17:34:37, 21-07-2008 » |
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« Reply #3635 on: 17:43:17, 21-07-2008 » |
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And having to say you're called Trevor or Nigel when in fact you are called Hanish or Rahul must not be the least humiliating part of their job. So I am inclined to let them down gently, ie after 20 seconds say "I will not be interested, goodbye." I did try imagining that the man on the end of the phone looked like some Bollywood star,  and I found the conversation lasted a few pleasant minutes. But that is in fact even more contemptuous than a plain "Get lost." |
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« Reply #3636 on: 18:45:51, 21-07-2008 » |
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He has lots of other jolly japes. For instance talking away for a while and then just stopping and listening for a few minutes while they say 'hello? hello?'.
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« Reply #3637 on: 18:53:26, 21-07-2008 » |
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Hold on while I put you through to the bananas There's an equally amusing one somewhere in Seinfeld where Jerry says (something like) "Could you just give me your home number and I'll call you back this evening... what? you don't like people you don't know calling you at home?" |
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« Reply #3638 on: 18:56:33, 21-07-2008 » |
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I like that, IGI!  To be honest, I only hang up on them when feeling irritated. Usually, I say 'Sorry, but I'm really not interested', then put the phone down while feeling vaguely guilty. Right, just off to buy some bananas |
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« Reply #3639 on: 22:13:45, 21-07-2008 » |
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THe TPS also doesn't help if you're getting phone calls for somebody who isn't you, and who you know has never lived at your address given that you are the only resident since its construction (but who, it seems, may have been a previous owner of your phone number)...
Our current phone number was previously used by a jazz musician/arranger and I'm still getting calls for him, at least 12 years since he last used it!  An added confusion is that his wife's first name is the same as mine... Sometimes I have asked callers to ring me back if they ever discover his current phone number so I can pass it on to the next person who rings but so far no-one has. Haven't had a call for a few months now. They were coming at least twice a week when we first acquired the number. |
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« Reply #3640 on: 22:54:44, 21-07-2008 » |
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Inspired by inky's running exploits, and also somewhat ashamed of my large intake of lager and impending mid-life beer belly, I decide tonight to go cycling. I used to do loads of cycling 15-20 years ago. 70 miles at a pop, no probs. Sometimes even 100 on a weekend. Tonight the years took their toll. An uphill 13 miles took just under an hour. The home 9 (downhill) took half an hour. The good bit was that my legs weren't screaming when I finished, although I had felt the flicker of impending cramp. My breathing and heart-rate was the stuff that got me! As I reached home, the debauched side of me got the upper hand. 'Ah, now for a nice beer!', it said. But I had been clever enough to clear the house of beer last night . Sadly I had not been clever enough to hide the Gin. (Needless to say, after 2 pints of G&T, I suspect I will sleep well tonight.) Tommo PS. You cannot believe the number of spelling corrections I have had to make as I typed this.... |
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« Reply #3641 on: 01:51:25, 22-07-2008 » |
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On the subject of unlooked for phone calls, we had, for a while, a synthetic voice announcement on the answerphone that said something like: Thank you for calling [fictitious company name]. All of our representatives are currently answering other calls. Your call is important to us. After the tone please leave a brief message stating your name, social security number, bank routing number, star sign and favorite color and we will return your call. It worked quite well to discourage unwanted calls, but it did rather confuse poor old 88yr old Gran, so Beloved replaced it. |
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« Reply #3642 on: 08:56:37, 22-07-2008 » |
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Ah, good to hear that tommo. Keep it up!
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Blimey! I go away for three and a bit days and on my return to the boards, what do I find? 4 pages of threads, many of them brand spanking new, a mini spam saga involving a composer I'd not heard about in years, the return of Jonathan and rb, at least four keyboard-drenching bon mots and some fine pictures of chillies. Why does so much always happen when I'm away?  |
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« Reply #3644 on: 19:42:50, 22-07-2008 » |
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Blimey! I go away for three and a bit days and on my return to the boards what do I find? Why does so much always happen when I'm away? Well martle x 1 crossing over the Old Severn Bridge x 1 Pound (or 500gm) of Ezra, and a query as to why are you not at The Royal Welsh Show (there are 2,000 sheep there! Some of which desire to be eaten) and the Welsh Blacks yesterday were magnificent but it do beg the question don't it - when Martle's away The Spammers do play. Your calming influence was sorely missed. We are just about to discuss, vis-a-vis Bleak House, whether Esther Summerson was a Lesbian btw. The chillie question remains open to offers of favourite Scotch bonnets. |
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