Safety Chicken bangs on about mobile phones yet again.
Just before steaming out of the door to go for a run around work, the mobile goes. It's some oik from Communications Direct, trying to scam me into 'upgrading' to whatever shonky contract they're trying to push. I am somewhat short with the fellow. To the extent that there's a whispered 'bloody hell H-R' from the next cube.
It's always nice to know I can strike fear into people without raising my voice or swearing.
Later, somewhere around mile two, the mobile goes off again. This time it's the people who sold me the thing. Much better. Yes, I would like a free upgrade. No, I'm not planning to change networks. While I had the young woman on the phone, I briefed her about my experiences with CD and pointedly asked who'd released my number. Vodafone or them?
Half a mile later, she's back on the phone. (Maybe there was some residual artillery officer in my tone. I'd like to think that she just wanted to be helpful.) It appears that in the month leading up to the end of your contract, Voda release the number to... I wasn't clear if it was 'selected partners' (in which case they keep rubbish company. On the other hand, at £22bn down, they need all the friends they can bribe.) or 'anybody who'll pay'. Oddly enough, I can't find any details of this filthy behaviour on their website. Mind, it's equally likely that some spotty Herbert in a Top Man suit was making stuff up to keep a colleague happy. Mobile phone shops aren't the bastions of rigorous scientific enquiry one might prefer them to be. In my day, people selling HF wireless kit at least knew which way round the accumulators went.
Perhaps I will change networks after all. O2 are too bloody useless to manage anything that sneaky, and they're far cheaper outside the UK.
It's always nice to know I can strike fear into people without raising my voice or swearing.
Later, somewhere around mile two, the mobile goes off again. This time it's the people who sold me the thing. Much better. Yes, I would like a free upgrade. No, I'm not planning to change networks. While I had the young woman on the phone, I briefed her about my experiences with CD and pointedly asked who'd released my number. Vodafone or them?
Half a mile later, she's back on the phone. (Maybe there was some residual artillery officer in my tone. I'd like to think that she just wanted to be helpful.) It appears that in the month leading up to the end of your contract, Voda release the number to... I wasn't clear if it was 'selected partners' (in which case they keep rubbish company. On the other hand, at £22bn down, they need all the friends they can bribe.) or 'anybody who'll pay'. Oddly enough, I can't find any details of this filthy behaviour on their website. Mind, it's equally likely that some spotty Herbert in a Top Man suit was making stuff up to keep a colleague happy. Mobile phone shops aren't the bastions of rigorous scientific enquiry one might prefer them to be. In my day, people selling HF wireless kit at least knew which way round the accumulators went.
Perhaps I will change networks after all. O2 are too bloody useless to manage anything that sneaky, and they're far cheaper outside the UK.