A woman calls up for the Mat Company. It seems they’ve been sending unsolicited mail.
‘I’ve received a brochure from you which I didn’t ask for. ‘She says, her voice a nasty-posh tone, ‘Please remove me from your list?’
‘Let me have your postcode, madam,’ I say.
Nothing comes up for her postcode and I tell her so.
‘Well, I’ve had a brochure come,’ she says, ‘addressed to me, Lady Randall, and I find it very invasive,’
‘I bet you do,’ I say, ‘I’ll have head office remove it. Goodbye,’
‘Goodbye,’ she says.
Pompous old cunt, I think, hanging up.
