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bloody banks.

I hate banks. Banks' parents aren't married. Banks' mums are whores. I will sodomise banks with my sodding lighter if they don't sodding sort themselves out. Yes, I know this isn't politically correct, but meh to it all.

Anyway, as many of you may know, my bank card fell apart at Leeds, and being as it was Leeds and this is what we do at Leeds, I threw it into a fire. So I called up today to ask for a new card (they sent me a letter over a month ago saying that they'd send me one in three weeks). I gave them my name, my birthday (five days), then I read my sort code and account number right off my bank statement, just right. Next I was asked for a recent transaction, so I read one of those off my bank statement as well. After holding for, like, forever, they told me that I'd said something wrong and that my security had been locked, so I now have to wait a week for a security pack. Me said something wrong? I think it was more likely that the woman on the phone said something wrong, because her voice is so stupid that I don't understand it.

I realise now what I might have done wrong though - maybe she asked for my MOST recent transaction, which is too recent to be on my bank statement. "PayPal, Ben Morrish, £28.50". Why didn't I just say that? Ah well, it wasn't my fault that woman had a stupid voice and I couldn't understand a word she said. So I'll carry on blaming the bank or her or my statement or something rather than blaming myself. Lalalalala ....

.... I don't blame myself at all, not my problem, not my fault ....

.... ah fuck it, it's all my fault, I didn't listen right.

- b.k. x

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