If you’ve met me, and you may well have done so, you’ll know me by my sunny disposition, snappy wardrobe, vertical hair and constant consumption of various stimulants that make me awesome. Indeed I was often advertised for my end of the pier show with the slogan “a smile, a song, a faint smell of Marlboro”. Well those days are over kids. I’ve quit. So naturally I wrote to Philip Morris to let them know.
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As complaints go, my issue with high street leviathon Debenhams was fairly under arm in nature but that did not lessen the impact of receiving a positive response from their customer service hit squad. That said, I shouldn’t really be surprised given that the respondant in question shares a name with yours truly.
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Just when you thought the commercial world was safe from the caped complaining crusader he’s back once again with another petty grievance against the captains of industry. This time it’s The Best A Man Can Get Providing That Man Can Figure Out What His Desired Product Has Been Renamed To This Week™.
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