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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington
I have had a few 'selling' phone calls recently.....they always ring at a meal time and are always hard to understand because of their accents.......and how many asian men do you know who are called 'Robin'.
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I had one of 'em on the phone the other week....her name was Charlotte and true to form she had a pretty posh accent. A posh West Bengal accent, that is. She asked for my name and I told her - Rupert.
'Hello Rupert,' she said. 'How would you like to save fifty quid on your annual gas bill?'
'Very much so,' I hastily replied..'that's good money I can otherwise spend on beer. But there is one thing before we go any further.'
'What is that?' she asked, sensing a sale.
'You must address me by my full title'
'Sir?'
'No...I am Rupert, third Earl of Accrington and the second baronet of Church. When you address me, you call me My Lord. If I like your attitude, you can then call me master'.
The stupid cow rang off. Shame. I could have had a bit of fun with that.