Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Wednesday, 19 February 2014
The Midas Touch
The switch-over from one phone provider to another whilst keeping my number proved as straight forward as the new provider promised. It's a shame I couldn't have done it three years ago without being penalised for loss of income from the other company. Yes, Orange is indeed shit.
It is just another example of how loyalty is punished by exploitation. Their reasoning is that anyone stupid enough to put up with their bad behaviour for any longer than they are contractually obliged to, deserves everything coming to them. Why, for instance, did they leave it until my departure before offering me a more reasonable deal?
Coupled with the sad fact that the experience of switching providers (or banks) is second only to moving house in terms of stress, and that elderly people are more stressed than others when faced with this sort of upheaval, means that many old folk are paying about £4000 per annum premium on insurance policies which would go down to £400 if they switched. They is all shit.
I used to love weekends and bank holidays, because - in the old days - everyone stopped working, and there was a couple of days when nobody was trying to squeeze every last penny out of you. Now, they have software which squeezes money out of you as you sleep - holiday or not.
The beauty of this latest phone deal is that it is not a tied contract set up with a direct debit. If they treat me badly, I just sign on with someone else, and they know it. With all the other companies, if they want to get more money from you than you signed the bit of paper for, they simply refer you to some small print in a microscopic font, buried deep in about six virtual pages which you lied about having read to save time. Then they just help themselves.
We were sitting at the kitchen table last night, listening to some old tapes of Orson Wells, when H.I. began trying to remember what the name of the famous film where he plays a corrupt police chief alongside Charlton Heston as a righteous lawyer. It was on the tip of our tongue.
H.I. asked me to go to the iMac and look it up, when I remembered that - for the first time ever - I could get the internet on my phone. So just for the novelty and to save myself a walk of 25 feet, I typed the details into Google on the little Nokia. There it was.