I think I'm fooked this week :rolleyes:

People who come into our shop, buy something, use it for a couple of days and then bring it back demanding a refund as they have decided that "they don't like it".

Worse than them are those who, on being told to feck off, then bang on about knowing their rights and threatening court action. They get told to feck off again but in a louder voice.

But the best of all are those who buy something like a tie for a wedding, wear it in the family photos and then return it for a refund, forgetting that said pictures are plastered all over social media for the world to see.

:D

I'm going to find out where your shop is ;)

I'll give you a clue, Bournemouth away. :)

But not if its on Boxing Day again as we are shut.

Pint of casters?

Not if you break in ;)

Is it Bournemouth? :)

Ironically if someone bought a pint of maggots and returned them as a pint of clean casters two days later, I'd happily make an exception and refund them fully, reselling them in their next stage of metamorphosis and pocketing the extra quid profit.

Close enough, Christchurch is about 3 miles from Dean Court.

Ah OK. Mrs Elgin worked on some farm somewhere there in 1994 picking strawberries.

Good work. I suspect the deft hand of teenagers?

Seems that offspring are carriers of the "Grand Designs Closing Shot" gene. I had never wondered what my house would look like on Channel 4 with Kevin McCloud's voice in the background. Both of my kids just assumed I would, several times.

Tell her that the soft fruit heist case of 1994 is still ongoing down here and the local police are hoping to complete their CCTV training within the next few years to enable a case for the prosecution to be made from the excellent Betamax tape recording in their possession.

She's a wanted woman.

1 teenager. 1 11 year old and a daft missus.

:supergrin:

There are christchurch strawberry plants running riot all over Russia as we speak.

I hope you didn't take your phone back for a refund after you smashed it and yourself through a fence. Ten years ago. Maybe more I think.

Blimey, it's worse than they thought.

(Was it Sopley Fruit Farm at a guess?)

I've said too much already ;)

She says it was.

I didn't smash my phone, i drunkenly left it in the taxi (the **** even answered it the next day:D) and it was a hedge that I smashed through, not a fence.

I stil remembers Helens face when I woke up penniless, no phone and scratches on my arms and exclaimed I'd either been mugged or had a fekking great night.

Wor Alzheimer's

It was indeed a hedge which is a fence in Spain we don't have those wire things. But I absolutely remember being in the taxi with you after with you trying to put your phone back together. It was f*cked but not as much as you were.

[edit] pot calling kettle black every one of us staggering out of that place was c*nted. Wor a long time ago bloody hell still remember most of it.

Will check with the wife tomorrow as she was less *****aced than the rest of us.

Why would you have been in a taxi back from the Garden Bar to benalmadina mind?

Do you know what I don't know either lol. But I was in the back of that cab. Maybe taking me to Steve's Bar in Torrenueva which was one of my locals back then and the next turn off. Oh I can't remember. It was all good anyway lol. Bring that all back and David Murray(a).