Sky just gave the Ryder Cup score after Chelsea Arsenal game

BLT_2

elmpark2 wrote: »

what a stupid reply. comparing sporting errors against losing someone. I lost a very VERY close relative years ago so I know what that sort of grief is. I wonder if you do? perhaps if you have lost a direct family member you would not use this sort of comparison so flippantly.

In your world no one is allowed to complain then?

PS I was being sarcastic in my reply in thanking you for your support

but this is getting too heated - I was really angry at another !!!! up by sky - and just wanted to vent my anger.

Probably a wise move, the world tiddlywinks championship is being shown on Sky 2 shortly you wouldn't want to miss that.

BLT_2

Coopdivi wrote: »

Don't be disheartened by the response OP. Threads like this are like gold dust in the Vents forum especially on a Sunday when there's only boring golf on the telly. Everybody feels compelled to join in the fun with the consequence that people like youself get ripped to bits.

Hang around on MSE, wait for the inevitable 'I was tortured by security guards at Comet am I entitled to compensation' thread and enjoy the entertainment along with the rest of us.

That happened to me, I was just browsing in the store, two of them pounced on me, tied me to a chair in the TV department and made me watch the Ryder Cup.

I am mentally scarred for life.

Jeff_Bridges_hair

BLT wrote: »

That happened to me, I was just browsing in the store, two of them pounced on me, tied me to a chair in the TV department and made me watch the Ryder Cup.

I am mentally scarred for life.

Would have been worse if they told you the football score too!

brettcta

i have been affected by this in a similar way, and i suspect, although you haven't alluded to it yet, you too were subjected to the same horrors that i was by the burmese security in tesco when i signed up for sky.

it all started in the summer. i was taking my sick mother/son/sister/grandma (they're all seriously ill with colds) to tesco for a loaf of bread and a pint of milk. while i was there, i felt the security guard's eyes undressing me as i walked in, pushing a chain of wheelchairs around like the car park attendant does with his trolleys. i felt perturbed by this and already began to feel uneasy, as i wheeled round my 3 relatives, with their broken legs.

we headed for the bread and milk section and my problems were confounded more. i am a busy man and do not have time for supermarket frivolities. we get to the milk and biscuits section and what happens? no milk! well, there was milk, but not in the size i wanted. as you can imagine, i started to become very distressed and start to quantify the damages in my head, when a member of staff asked me if there was anything i was after???

the cheek!!! how dare someone with such a menial job ask me a question like that. i demanded that me get me the milk i wanted. then he pulled out from the shelf the carton i needed and handed it to me, smiling and asking me again if there was anything he could help me with? i told him to get me a manager while i wipe that smirk off his face, he could clearly see my milk quandary had upset both me and the 5 people i had with me in wheelchairs, 2 of which had adopted the foetal position, started rocking to and fro and singing the national anthem in the hope that the queen or a passing policeman might take pity and give us some of her semi skimmed from her fridge.

after the manager appeared, I, already at this point with tears streaming down my face, began to yell scream blue murder to the manager at how he needs to train his staff to have a bit more decorum and manners and not to make fools of customers who can't see what they're looking for (i have perfect eyesight, it's just that all them milks look the same and i couldn't tell them apart). he started apologising and both he and the !!!! heel member of staff disappeared into the back room. i carried on to the bread bit and got my 3 loaves of bread that i needed and made my way to the tills where i was forced to wait almost 45 minutes in the queue with 2 people in wheelchairs. it's an absolute disgrace that people like me should have to wait in queues. when they see disabled people, they should be opening tills to let us through. it doesn't matter that it was a sunday and all the tills were in operation, they should have specialist disabled tills for me.

as i went to leave with my 2 bottles of coke and some crisps, i was accosted by the 2 libyan security guards i mentioned earlier. they wrestled me to the ground and i swear i saw one of them put a load of things into my son's pocket. they dragged me along the floor to the security office and proceeded to tie me to a medieval rack system and told me that my heavily disabled grandma was in another room on a similar system, being interrogated by chinese officials for information. i could hear the screams. they proceeded to stretch me out on the rack to find out why i had allowed my son to steal from them and, in their words, to punish me.

whilst they were doing this, they pulled out a box and a hammer. in the box was several kittens. they said that unless i talk, they would start doing 'the splatty-splat' to the kittens. i tried to reason with them, but one by one, they start using the other side of the hammer into the kittens, laughing while they were doing it and eating the remnants. one of them kept looking at me, shouting 'every little helps' and eating more kitten fur. it was sick, like something out of the films, except real, in front of my eyes in tesco. they carried on stretching me out on the rack until my shoulders popped. i am typing this with a stick in my mouth. i felt i had to, such is my rage at tesco, their employees and their security protocols.

as i left the store in an ambulance that was made out to look like a police car, i signed up for sky from one of their reps. she promised me a summer of HD sports, including golf, football, rugby and tiddly winks.

as i sat and watched the london derby yesterday, i eagerly looked forward to watching the golf i'd recorded, much like yourself. when dick keyes read out the score, it just brought back that fateful day at tesco where i was beaten, tortured and savagely raped by them three burmese guards at tesco and i just wept uncontrollably for 4 continuous days after it happened.

i estimate my damages to be somewhere in the hundreds of millions, perhaps thousands. i hold sky, tesco and richard keyes equally responsible. perhaps we could share a lawyer and together, we'll bring these bastards to justice.

savercol

Get the feeling the moaners are American born Arsenal football suporters!!!!!