Had a cold-caller (despite it being 26 degrees today) on the phone trying to convert my electricity (it's currently Church of England). It wasn't so much the cold call as the continual assault with boardroom-bull clichés, not to forget a very over-liberal smattering of "obviously", "basically", and my favourite of all time "reach out". He suggested bi-lateral "reaching out" at least seven times during the conversation, which means I could end up having to head to the pharmacy to grab some Voltarol to ease the aches and pains caused by all the reaching out. He gave me his email address so I can "reach out" at any time (I do wonder should RNLI volunteers have to head off into a Force 9 gale to rescue some smart-ar*e who thinks he's safe on the polystyrene insert from his Billy bookcase, whether the RNLI email or reach out?). I have sent him this as some weekend reading: • Advance preview; when was the last time you went to a...
On my soapbox again!