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    I was born in 1939 BC.
    That’s ‘Before Computers’.

    Luckily I survived the following events in my life, such as

    World War II, The London Blitz, Rationing, and worst of all… Archbishop Temple’s School.

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    During the mid 1950s I was enjoying Rock ‘n’ Roll and being a first generation teenager, when suddenly, just like Elvis, I found myself in uniform during ‘The Cold War’…and then

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    I became ‘a family’. Which meant that I sort of missed the ‘swinging sixties’, but still managed to look a complete prat in the 70s, just like everyone else.

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    During the ‘Thatcher Years’ I lost my hair and a lot of people lost a good deal more. My career fluctuated to say the least as I was demoted, promoted, fired and hired a number of times, but still I managed to stagger on into a welcome retirement and to celebrate 60 years of happy marriage.

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Archive for August, 2019

Superstore or Service ?

Posted by Big John on August 23, 2019

Recently, my electric cooker finally decided that it had cooked it's last 'Sunday Roast', grilled it's last fillet steak and fried it's final 'full English', so I decided to 'splash out' on a 'latest model' replacement, provided that I could find one that had knobs controls that I could understand, and that it would fit into the narrow space where the ‘deceased’ one now awaited it’s final journey to that ‘great scrapyard in the sky’.

Now I, long ago, gave up visiting those huge retail stores, with their “Mega Deals!” and “Unbeatable Offers!” etc. where “How may I help you ?”, usually meant  .. “I hope that this silly old fart doesn’t ask too many questions?” .. like .. “How soon can you deliver and install it? .. and .. “Will you take the old one away?”

So, that afternoon, I ‘phoned the bloke at the little electrical appliances shop in our local high street; and .. Hey Presto ! .. I had a new cooker ‘up and running’ in time for lunch the following day.

The point of this little tale, is that I have found that using a ‘little bloke down the road’ is often the best ‘way to go’ for reliable and friendly service, and he doesn’t try to sell you that “essential” extra insurance cover, keep checking his (or her) smartphone, or expect you to spend your time filling in one of those bloody stupid .. “Tell us what you think” feedback questionnaires.

Unfortunately, this old breed appears to be…

… nearing extinction !

Posted in humour, nostalgia, rant | 1 Comment »

 
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