BanksYour Ginger Fuhrer froths, "I hate my bank. Not because of debt or anything but because I hate being sold to - possibly pathologically so - and everytime I speak to them they try and sell me services. Gold cards, isas, insurance, you know the crap. It drives me insane. I ALREADY BANK WITH YOU. STOP IT. YOU MAKE ME FRIGHTED TO DO MY NORMAL BANKING. I'm angry even thinking about them."
So, tell us your banking stories of woe.
No doubt at least one of you has shagged in the vault, shat on a counter or thrown up in a cash machine. Or something
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chthonic, Thu 16 Jul 2009, 13:15)
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there is a donkey at the donkey sanctuary near herethat is called tom harrison. it is the name of one of my friends also. this amuses me.
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Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 17 Jul 2009, 14:35,
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AlsoI think Tom Harrisson was also an anthropologist who parachuted into Borneo during WW2 to befriend the locals and get them on side against the Chinese. Much more donkey-like.
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