I must apologies for the bad language which may follow, pleas turn off if you are easily offended.
While I write, I’ve got some sinsiter music playing behind me, or around me. It feels like its behind because its chasing music, the stuff that terrifies you, that makes you think someone is after you. guess what, they are. They are after you. BRITISH GAS tonight told my Mum she had to pay them £1877.72, because she hadn’t sorted out a direct debit since her husband (my Dad)n died. We’ed tried on many occasions to sort out this DD but British Gas wanted more, they wanted a smart meter fitted at Mums place (the place now only half as full) British Gas organised for us to have a smart meter fitted but when the day arrived, they just didn’t turn up.
“fuck it, she’s old”
That’s how it felt to a son and a bereaving widow, just fuck her. Not actually ruthless but it felt like a punishment, we were punished for not being around to answer their fucking e-mails or anticipate their absence when meant to be fitting a smart meter, which may well have given Mum a warning of how fucking much she has to pay for gas.
Its time for the BP and SHELL to celebrate, they’ve made astronomical profits, record profits, and one of the reasons for this is my Mum.
“Hooray for my Mum paying astronomical Gas Rates” Hooray for her.
She can afford it, she’s lucky, Dead Dad’s pension has helped pay for that, but you want to have a severe look at yourselves British Gas.
No amount of sentimental bullshit from “Donna” telling me she feels for me, and she hopes I’m ok, on a Twitter exchange will help. But I do believe that calling these cunts out on Twitter at least makes rthenm and=swer the bloody phone, otherwise you and me are all fucked.
I GENUINELY HATE YOU BRITISH GAS, I HOPE YOUR SHAREHOLDERS ARE HAPPY AND I REALLY HOPE THEY DON’T HAVE TO RELY ON YOU IN THE FEW YEARS THEY HAVE BEFORE THEY GET TO MUMS AGE.
FUCK YOU BRITISH GAS, (you’ll have blood on your hands)