If it is green or it squirms, it’s Biology
If it smells or burns, then its ChemistryIf it doesn't work, it’s a Physics theory
If it is green or it squirms, it’s Biology
If it smells or burns, then its ChemistryIf it doesn't work, it’s a Physics theory
Now here is an opinion
That
really makes good sense
People
are always
For a good and happy life, you should
Abstain
from wine, women, and song
On
the whole it seems good advice
But
of the three I would give up song
When your cat has just fallen asleep
Curled
on your lap purring contentedly
And
looking utterly adorable and sweet
You
have to go to the bathroom suddenly
The information you have is not what you want
The
information you want is not what you require
The
information you require is not what you can get
The
information you can get costs more than you desire
You must argue the facts when the law is against you
You
must argue the law when the facts are against you
Call
the other lawyer names when both are against you
I remember many years ago in the days of Saturday night variety when the TV schedules weren’t filled with programs comprising almost totally of has-beens and nobodies.
The
has-beens trying to rekindle their flagging careers by humiliating themselves
on national TV by performing like tamed circus animals and the nobodies
humiliating themselves through a lack of any kind of talent on an endless
stream of repackaged 21st century “Talent” shows.
One
of the great shows of those far off days was The Two Ronnie’s and the reason it
has come to mind is one particular gag which was one of the items in their
regular closing routine when they would read out spoof news items. Now the one
that has come to mind is about a woman who raised a family one handed while
waiting for directory enquires.
Well,
I know that the old and much maligned directory enquires no longer exist and
that we now have a myriad of enquiry services which were set up to break BT’s
monopoly which in all honesty has done no one much of a service at all.
In
fact, they just seem to exist to add to the ever-growing number of call
centres, which have pervaded our everyday lives there should be enough to keep
our 21st century gag writers busy for years.
Waiting
for British Gas to phone back for example in fact waiting for British Gas to
anything should furnish enough humour for a mini series.
Of
course, the new curse of the age is the overseas call center chiefly the Indian
variety.
I
had a call yesterday from a young woman who spoke like Madur Jaffrey and
claimed to be named Jane Smith.
Now
I come to mention it there was a Jane smith who accompanied the Jon Pertwee
incarnation of Dr Who perhaps it was here.
I’ve
also been called, in the last two weeks, by Andy, Steve, Jason, Michael and
Owen then only ten minutes ago by Rachel Hunter.
I
don’t know what she was selling I just said if you’re Rachel Hunter then I’m
Pierce Brosnan and hung up.
I
have heard, although it could just be an urban myth, that the staff has daily
briefing where they get updated on the UK weather forecast, news bulletins and
the current plot lines of Eastenders and Coronation Street.
Now
I struggle to follow Enders and Corrie myself so I cant imagine it makes any
sense at all if you haven’t seen it.
All
of this does seem to beg the question that if there is nothing fundamentally
wrong with operating call center’s overseas why do they go to such great
lengths to convince us they are somewhere in Britain.