Friday, 7 October 2011
The exceptions that prove the rule
But one way to stop me giving to any particular cause is to be ambushed in the street by one of those soap-dodging "charity muggers" or "chuggers" who asks me how my day is going.
"Sh*te - f*** off!" is the special response I usually reserve for those smiley b*****ds, who I detest.
But, since moving to our new abode a few months ago, I've encountered a new problem in the form of charity cold callers who phone me up to ask me how my day is going.
As it happens, "sh*te - f*** off!" is the reply they tend to get from me too.
But today I feel I owe chuggers and charity cold callers something of an apology.
Because this afternoon I was ambushed in the street by a hairy chugger. And, since arriving home, have been cold called by a patronising woman who asked if I was also a woman.
Sticking to the script, I told them both to "f*** off!" and, as a result, my day is no longer "sh*te." In fact, I've never felt better.
So it's a sorry from me then.