nunoncastors

I hate banks. I hate the necessity of them, the way they think they’re doing you a favour, and their ability to fuck you over royally for the sake of two pence. More than that, I hate their obduracy, their lingering reluctance to do what you’ve asked, when you’ve asked, and their insistence that what they’re doing is of benefit to you.

I’ve been locked in the same discussion with one of my banks for months now. I want them to cancel a standing order; they refuse – it has to exist apparently. I’ve argued long and hard as to why it shouldn’t, how it only serves to benefit them and, in the end, I’ve produced a copy of their own terms and conditions that proves them liars.

You might think, at this point, that they’d concede, back down gracefully, stop being fuckwits and do as I ask. Not so. They need to ‘check something’ to make sure it’s ok. Quite what they can check beyond their own terms and conditions and the agreement I signed, I don’t know, but there you have it. Six months of obfuscation, lies, deception and general twattery and I’m still no closer to my relatively simple goal. I wish them all ill.

And, you know what, in a way I’m glad they’re all slowly going out of business, shower of money-grabbing bastards that they are. I’d be happy keeping my cash in a box under the bed.