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Posted by sean on December 6, 2018 at 10:50 pm in Life In Bath, Me Vs. The World with No Comments


You know those horror movie sequels where the killer comes back for more, only in a more extreme way? Well that is what happened to me today, except this monster wasn’t a cannibal, great white shark or zombie. I was being targeted by Richard Branson…

You’ll recall my encounters with Virgin Media last month (here and here). This morning, the trouble came to my front door – literally!

In his bid to take over the world, or maybe just offer the residents of Weston an alternative to Sky TV, Dickie Branson deemed it necessary to dig up the path from my house to the street.

Unfortunately, as I use a mobility scooter, I would have been unable to squeeze past the deep gashes into the pavement. Unlike a couple of weeks ago, there was no alternative route, meaning Virgin Media had left me housebound. Nice to see that the company values the well-being of potential new customers and the general public.

To make matters even worse, the digger found it necessary to drive onto my garden path. This is private land. Never mind, this had all been organised by Richard Branson, who will do whatever the f**k he likes. Maybe I’ll trespass onto his private island. It’ll be a nice holiday. Somehow, I doubt that I’ll get away with that, though.

I did report these issues by ringing the complaints hotline. The complaints hotline was busy. No comment.

The advisor on the phone did not apologise for my distress. Was this a case of “Don’t say sorry, as this admits guilt”, or was he just being rude?

My concerns were escalated to the site manager, who visited my house. He was pleasant enough and even managed to apologise, promising that “it’ll never happen again”. No, I don’t think it will, considering the cable has already been laid.

Oh well. I’ll be sticking to Sky and not touching Virgin Media with a 10 foot pole. It says a lot about my feelings towards Dickie, when I favour a firm owned by Rupert Murdoch over his.

Posted by sean on November 22, 2018 at 4:55 pm in Life In Bath, Me Vs. The World with No Comments


The pavement was still unavailable this morning, as Virgin Media were continuing to dig up the street.

I therefore had to take another detour to work. My journey to the office was a tad less stressful than my ride home the night before. Firstly, it was daylight. I also knew the route to take, so didn’t find myself lost in the backstreets of Weston.

The diversion did, however, add time to my journey – approximately 10 minutes extra each way.

This may not seem a lot, but considering I can normally make the trip in just 8 minutes, that is a 125% increase!I therefore feel that Sir Richard Branson should have to pay me for my wasted time – a grand total of 20 minutes…

A quick search on Google revealed that Richard earns an annual salary of $6,450,000. This can be broken down to roughly $736.30 an hour. For 20 minutes, he will earn $245.43. I feel I am entitled to this.

At the current rate of exchange, I am set to receive £190.53 – although I’ll just settle for a Hive webcam. I’ll even use Virgin Money to change the dollars into pounds.

If you are concerned that Rich will suffer financially and be unable to feed his family, as a result of my pay-out, consider this – all I am asking for is 0.0038051162790697676% of his annual summary. Needless to say, he wouldn’t be forced into visiting a food bank.

Posted by sean on November 21, 2018 at 11:40 pm in Life In Bath, Me Vs. The World with No Comments


My journey home from work took a little longer than normal, this evening.

Part of the pavement on my route home had been destroyed and was impassable. “Who could have done this blatent act of destruction?”, I hear you ask. “Terrorists? Vandals?”. It was neither of those, although you would have a fair argument if you were to call what had taken place vandalism.

The pavements had been dug up, apparently, fully legally. The responsible party being none other than Richard Branson. Well, not him personally. He wasn’t on Penn Hill Road, bouncing on top of a pneumatic drill. His company, Virgin Media, were laying cables, so we could all enjoy the fantastic services on offer. Cough! It didn’t even appear to be Virgin employees carrying out the work – they had contracted maintenance workers to do their dirty deeds. I call them “workers”, I’ve seen fewer cowboys in Red Dead Redemption.

This blog isn’t one of my “Sean VS The World”, Victor Meldrew rants. As many of you know, I use a mobility scooter. I was unable to complete my regular route home.

Not being prepared to ride in the main road, I took my scooter down a poorly lit side street. While there, I spent considerable time, searching for a dropped kerb, as my scooter cannot simply mount any pavement. When you’re looking for a dropped kerb, it’s amazing how few of them there are! In the end, I located one, after riding up yet another side street, this time in almost total darkness.

I did make it home, safe and well, if not a little aggrieved and upset. I find the whole thing very selfish and inconsiderate by Virgin Media. They will argue that we were warned that highway maintenance was due to be carried out. In reality, a note was put through our letterbox this morning, after Billy the Kid had began removing slabs of concrete.

I am certainly not the only person who would have been affected by Virgin’s appallingly actions – other disabled people and parents with children from nearby schools would have also suffered.

I sent a very strongly worded email to Virgin Media. I fully expect to receive some standard, pre-written spiel back, as a reply. I therefore copied my MP and local councillors into the email. It’ll probably achieve nothing, but I would hope that Richard Branson’s Magnificent Seven are not allowed to continue working in the manner which they have been.

Posted by sean on October 8, 2018 at 9:38 pm in Me Vs. The World, Rabbits with No Comments


… at least partially for Roman.

We recently started Christmas shopping for our bunny. One of the pressies we bought our furry cherub was an advent calendar. This meant that when Claire and I opened our daily dose of chocolate, Roman would get some too… and before anything is said, yes, two adults in their 30s do still have an advent calendars.

What shocked and disturbed us yesterday was when we discovered the ingredients within the festive treat. While the calendar claimed to be “sugar free”, it was not made clear that the bunny chocolate contained saccharin and a number of strange sounding additives.

Needless to say, the calendar will be returned for a refund. Roman will have to do without his Christmas chocolate. We’ll give him one of Rudolph’s carrots, or something..

We also discovered that most of his treats contained various ingredients, which sound to have been made in a science lab. Poor Roman won’t be getting any more – instead, we will increase his diet of fruit and vegetables.

I remember that as a child, my Mum was concerned about foods containing additives, artificial sweeteners and nasty weevils. I tried to eat the food anyway and generally still do.

Therefore, I find it ironic that I’ll happily consume chemicals myself, yet ban my rabbit from eating them!

As part of my protest, I reviewed the advent calendar, on the Pets at Home website…

The back of this calendar states that there is no “added sugar”. What is not made clear, or stated at all on this website (where we bought this) is that the calendar contains saccharin.

The “chocolate” also contains the following additives (again, these are NOT mentioned on the website) Sorbitan Tristearate, Lecithin, Polyglycerol Polyricinoleate – as well as a number of flavourings.

Pets At Home are clearly happy to sell this to unsuspecting owners. I wonder if the instore vets at Vets For Pets are aware that this product is on sale.

I gave this 1 star. I would have given 0 if there was an option.

Posted by sean on August 15, 2018 at 11:14 pm in Me Vs. The World with No Comments


Don’t you find that you go through life, paying ever-increasing bills and charges, while feeling that your hard-earned pennies are disappearing into the pockets of some corporate fat cat? The common man never wins, he just pays a little bit more every month. Well, for once, things came good and resulted in a victory for me!

You’ll recall that I have not been well of late (don’t worry, I’m still well on the road to recovery). What I neglected to tell you all was that Claire and I had a cruise booked for next month, which we had to cancel due to my recent ill health. Due to the short notice of our cancellation, we looked set to lose a lot of money.

Being sensible, I took out travel insurance at the time of booking our holiday. After falling ill and cancelling the cruise, I naturally sent off a very large claim under my travel insurance. Given I was asking for so much money, as well as the fact I had never heard of the insurer before and they could only be contacted by post, I didn’t hold out much hope of receiving a penny back.

Weeks passed since making my claim and I became resigned to the fact that I would never see the holiday money again. Until today! I logged into my bank account to pay a bill (what else?) when I saw a very large sum of money had been deposited into my account. Upon close inspiration, it transpired that this money had been sent from my insurance company! Every penny that I had claimed, minus the small excess, was there. It was the biggest insurance payout related to a ship since the Titanic sunk. For once, I won!

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