Complaint letter of the year award goes to:

……..this guy.

He’s p!ssed to say the least. Apparently this is real.
I recevied it from a friend, who got it from a buddy at NTL

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Dear Cretins,

I have been an NTL customer since 9th July 2001, when I signed up for your
3-in-one deal for cable TV, cable modem, and telephone. During this
three-month period I have encountered inadequacy of service which I had
not previously considered possible, as well as ignorance and stupidity of
monolithic proportions. Please allow me to provide specific details, so
that you can either pursue your professional prerogative, and seek to
rectify these difficulties – or more likely (I suspect) so that you can
have some entertaining reading material as you while away the working day
smoking B&H and drinking vendor-coffee on the bog in your office:

My initial installation was cancelled without warning, resulting in my
spending an entire Saturday sitting on my fat arse waiting for your
technician to arrive. When he did not arrive, I spent a further 57 minutes
listening to your infuriating hold music, and the even more annoying
Scottish robot woman telling me to look at your helpful website….

HOW?

I alleviated the boredom by playing with my testicles for a few minutes,
an activity at which you are no-doubt both familiar and highly adept. The
rescheduled installation then took place some two weeks later, although
the technician did forget to bring a number of vital tools – such as a
drill-bit, and his cerebrum.

Two weeks later, my cable modem had still not arrived. After 15 telephone
calls over 4 weeks my modem arrived… six weeks after I had requested it,
and begun to pay for it. I estimate your internet servers downtime is
roughly 35%… hours between about 6pm midnight, Mon-Fri, and most of the
weekend. I am still waiting for my telephone connection. I have made 9
calls on my mobile to your no-help line, and have been unhelpfully
transferred to a variety of disinterested individuals, who are it seems
also highly skilled bollock jugglers. I have been informed that:

A telephone line is available (and someone will call me back); no
telephone line is available (and someone will call me back); I will be
transferred to someone who knows whether or not a telephone line is
available (and then been cut off); I will be transferred to someone (and
then been redirected to an answer machine informing me that your office is
closed); I will be transferred to someone and then been redirected to the
irritating Scottish robot woman…and several other variations on this
theme.

Doubtless you are no longer reading this letter, as you have at least a
thousand other dissatisfied customers to ignore, and also another one of
those crucially important testicle-moments to attend to. Frankly I don’t
care, it’s far more satisfying as a customer to voice my frustration’s in
print than to shout them at your unending hold music. Forgive me,
therefore, if I continue.

I thought BT were sh!t, that they had attained the holy p!ss-pot of
god-awful customer relations, that no-one, anywhere, ever, could be more
disinterested, less helpful or more obstructive to delivering service to
their customers. That’s why I chose NTL, and because, well, there isn’t
anyone else is there? How surprised I therefore was, when I discovered to
my considerable dissatisfaction and disappointment what a useless shower
of b*stards you truly are.

You are sputum-filled pieces of distended rectum – incompetents of the
highest order. British Telecom – w*nkers though they are – shine like
brilliant beacons of success, in the filthy puss-filled mire of your
seemingly limitless inadequacy. Suffice to say that I have now given up on
my futile and foolhardy quest to receive any kind of service from you.

I suggest that you cease any potential future attempts to extort payment
from me for the services which you have so pointedly and catastrophically
failed to deliver- any such activity will be greeted initially with
hilarity and disbelief – quickly be replaced by derision, and even perhaps
bemused rage.

I enclose two small deposits, selected with great care from my cats litter
tray, as an expression of my utter and complete contempt for both you and
your pointless company. I sincerely hope that they have not become
desiccated during transit -they were satisfyingly moist at the time of
posting, and I would feel considerable disappointment if you did not
experience both their rich aroma and delicate texture. Consider them the
very embodiment of my feelings towards NTL, and it’s worthless employees.

Have a nice day – may it be the last in you miserable short life, you
irritatingly incompetent and infuriatingly unhelpful bunch of ****s.

John