Well done Nige, well done!
CP to whoever was responsible for this…
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I recently bought a “straight ally” lapel pin
partly to make it clear to my “a bit different” friends that I’ve got their back, and partly to piss off exactly this kind of frothing gammon trash.
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Didn’t know they were a thing. Got a link please
Don’t worry. Amazon have them 
https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/807446592/straight-ally-pride-rainbow-pin-badge
I’ve also got a natty little St Pauli totenkopf to make it clear where I stand on all things fash
(although I actually bought mine at the ground cos that’s how I roll)
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Like that idea, and hadn’t realised there was such a pin - I just have absolutely nothing I’d be able to put it on that I wear often enough.
In one job security mandated that everyone had to wear a purple lanyard to identify themselves as employees 
They were actually trying to cover up for the fact that someone has slipped past them with a fake badge and then superglued themselves to a concrete pillar. We got a lot of that.
Anyway, I used to wear an official company rainbow “ally” lanyard which pissed them off enormously because they couldn’t say anything without looking like total fascists #awkwardtwat
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The Natural History Museum started insisting we wear ID badges in the mid-90s, for security’n’shit (firmly ignoring the fact most nicking was done after-hours by the recently-privatised security staff…).
Obviously the badges were quickly subverted in various colourful ways, including making our own c/o Photoshop for visiting scientists, to save them wasting valuable time signing-in every day, and save us valuable having-a-lie-in or drinking time.
My favourite was a colleague who replaced his mugshot with a picture of a bag of frozen prawns from an ‘Iceland’ catalogue - this lasted him until his retirement in 2010 without anyone who mattered ever noticing.
To be fair - the likeness is remarkable.
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Ford main dealer, have it up your urethra you useless shitlords.
This screaming into the void is work in progress:
Dear Sir/Madam
I cannot claim to be a loyal customer, this being my first visit, but did want to highlight how choosing Sandicliffe Ford for a simple service and parts request has been a universally frustrating and shambolic experience.
On w/b 16th June, I completed an online service request form and in the additional request box detailed two pieces of trim I would like to be replaced at the same time as the service to avoid an unnecessary second journey.
After completing the form the website confirmed the booking was made. However, I received no email confirmation which I thought was a little unusual. I decided to wait 24 hours then followed it up with a call to the central telephone number.
I was put through to Abbeyfield Road. The service advisor confirmed no request had been received so we spent some time registering the vehicle on your systems and a service appointment booked.
I explained what trim was required and highlighted I would like these to be fit on the day as the service. The service advisor explained these would need to be paid for upfront and would send a proforma over with a payment link. I offered to email pictures of the trim for the avoidance of any doubt. I sent these off via email after the call.
Three working days (five calendar days) went by without any proforma being sent, so I sent a chase email (again with the pics).
On Tuesday 1st July, two days before the set service date, I received and SMS confirming the service date. Still no proforma invoice or payment link. I sent another chase email explaining I would have to cancel the service if the parts were not going to be available to fit at the same time.
That afternoon I finally received an email with a price for the parts and after confirming I would pay up front (again), I paid for the parts and service together, and received a receipt.
I arrived on Thursday 3rd for the appointment. Firstly, the service advisor had absolutely no knowledge of the parts order. After about an hour (I was working in reception during this time) the service advisor handed over to someone else. They said that they had one of the parts in stock but after ringing round the other branches didn’t have the other. I explained that I’d paid up front for these parts to be ordered and ready on the day. They had no knowledge of this and I had to show them the email and receipt I’d received from the parts department. At this point they said they’d need to keep the car and offered to provide a courtesy car so I could get home.
They promised the parts/service would be done by Friday but I agreed with them to collect on Saturday morning. On Friday afternoon I hadn’t heard anything so I called again and the service advisor confirmed the car was being worked on ‘as we speak’ and would be ready for collection on Saturday as planned.
On Saturday I came to collect the car at 10am. The paperwork wasn’t ready and I had a 10:30 appt so I agreed to come back at 11:30.
At 11:30, The same colleague who delivered the original bad news went to get the paperwork. I was inexplicably left hanging around again for 20 minutes even though he knew I was coming back at 11:30.. He explained that they couldn’t produce an invoice as a part number had changed and they would take payment next week. Once more, I explained I had paid for everything - the service and the parts, up front. We laughed again.
I was so relieved to get in the car and get away, I did not notice until I arrived home that, in fact, one of the parts I requested has still not been replaced. The service tech did not know this either, or neglected to say anything.
I called the central contact number again and was told they were unable to transfer me to the branch (!?) and that I would probably have to wait until after the weekend for a response.
This has been a disaster. Somehow I feel like I haven’t yet reached the final thrilling instalment.
Not sure how to sign this off yet. Fucking fuming.
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Well, you were being highly unreasonable, asking for 2 things to be done in just 1 visit, don’t you think ? 
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You may have answered your own question there.
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The Abingdon one lost my business for ever when they sold me a car prone to brake binding (rear offside) and then claimed that the single set of glazed pads, heat-blued disc and part-melted wheel trim after we’d owned it just 3 weeks could have been down to Claire’s driving. They actually happened in about half an hour between Heathrow, where the car had been parked for a week, and Henley where the odd handling and the characteristic smell at low speed gave the game away. They replaced pads and discs (“we always replace in pairs”) and never saw me again.
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Turd finally flushed…
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