Just don’t tell me to visit your bloody website

The recor­ded male voice who reg­u­larly answered the phone at my local Par­cel­farce World­wide depot today soun­ded very cheer­ful. Almost psychot­ic­ally cheer­ful, in fact. I know this because I spoke to him at reg­u­lar inter­vals through­out the day, in a doomed effort to try and find out where my par­cel had got to — the […]