No time to make a complaint.... Unable to find enough long words... Bit of a Benny and can't write or speal propperely.... THEN NIGELS YOUR MAN! For a small donation he will draft and after approval send your complaint....AND deal with any follow up replies. He already has many satisfied customers... My back hair was set alight by a careless employee with a candle at Mrs TingTongs Happy Parlour in Garstang....but thanks to Nigel I received an apology and 10% off future visits... Mark Due to a restraining order I was unable to complain anymore to Ann Summers but thankfully due to Nigel I now have a replacement blow up wee sheep....och aye yees a bonny lad Nigel thanks....Jimmy After falling over every Saturday night for the last 30yrs I finally realised it was something in the local beer but they don't sell pencils in Norfolk so I wasn't able to write to the pub....Nigel took this task on and even though they told him to fuck off he keeps persevering....thanks Nigel....love you loads...hic....Bazza (I'm named after a famous racer did ya know) DIAL A NIGEL NOW..... 0800456734
Well done, Loz. I am a stickler for customer service and things that should be done right. Enough people get shafted through not expressing themselves, or that they can't be bothered with the follow up. I think it started when I was a 7-year-old collecting Matchbox toys. My Dennis fire engine had a bent wheel. I was not happy, and mum just gave me the line: 'It'll be alright, darling.' (Those were the days when I was a darling) But I took it with me when we went shopping and snuck into the toy shop and showed one of the staff. They gave me a new one. Life's lesson learnt in infancy!!
Can never be too careful and best to be prepared but I don’t do beards...unless it happens to be my own
Hey, I have a bit of an affinity with sheep: Me and Ewe It’s with a sheep I love to sleep, and caress its fluffy wool. I love this sheep; it’s mine to keep — and better than a pull. I take position and sense her fear before I start my folly, and then I whisper in her ear let’s make another ‘Dolly.’ Down to the ground I drop and kneel— I’m not the first at this, but when I hear a gentle squeal I know something’s amiss. Oh fluffy friend, please run away, for you’ll not have this man. You never told me you were gay, You dirty, bloody Ram.
