Re: Webmasters wanted for Strictly Broadband
Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 4:58 pm
"That's the typical despise your punter attitude."
Don't know about Dave and his punters, but I don't despise my punters - because they don't expect me to supply them with farmyard gear or schoolgirl gear. Nor do they expect to get it for next to nothing. Overall they're a pretty cool, loyal, bunch and the only time there's any friction between us is occasionally when an item is delayed for a while (for whatever reason) and then one or two of them are prone to descended into a state of irrational melodrama - "You've ripped me off! You've ripped me off!" Oh dear. You have to laugh or else you?d cry. I mean, why do they think that after a 10-year trading relationship I would suddenly stiff them for ?20.00 quid? What would my motives be? - To abscond to Monaco and blow their ?20.00 at the Casino Royale? To finance a takeover bid for News International? Or maybe I might decamp to a desert island where I would use the twenty quid to sweeten up the chief of the local Hubba Hubba tribe - to such a degree that he would feel honour bound to send one of his many wives round to my hut of an evening, thereupon to pour me a Pina Colada and smoke my beef?
Officer Dibble
Don't know about Dave and his punters, but I don't despise my punters - because they don't expect me to supply them with farmyard gear or schoolgirl gear. Nor do they expect to get it for next to nothing. Overall they're a pretty cool, loyal, bunch and the only time there's any friction between us is occasionally when an item is delayed for a while (for whatever reason) and then one or two of them are prone to descended into a state of irrational melodrama - "You've ripped me off! You've ripped me off!" Oh dear. You have to laugh or else you?d cry. I mean, why do they think that after a 10-year trading relationship I would suddenly stiff them for ?20.00 quid? What would my motives be? - To abscond to Monaco and blow their ?20.00 at the Casino Royale? To finance a takeover bid for News International? Or maybe I might decamp to a desert island where I would use the twenty quid to sweeten up the chief of the local Hubba Hubba tribe - to such a degree that he would feel honour bound to send one of his many wives round to my hut of an evening, thereupon to pour me a Pina Colada and smoke my beef?
Officer Dibble
