Last month, I ranted at great length about what happened when my account was plundered in a continuous and multiple fashion at the Halifax.
Finally I sent a long, furious email to The Guardian who intervened on my behalf like a good, liberal, avenging angel, printed my story which makes the Halifax look like incompetent tits, and suddenly the problem got sorted out. Although I haven’t actually received the compensation yet. Maybe it’s been stolen from my account. Again.
(The above feeble joke will make sense if you read the piece in the Guardian.)
(If you have to explain a joke it probably wasn’t very funny in the first place.)
(But it’s my blog so I don’t give a fuck.)