It appears I need to take elocution lessons. British Telecom has lost the ability to understand what I say, despite my efforts to use English with as few syllables and complicated words as possible.
Three times in as many minutes I asked this telecom giant NOT to publish the telephone number and therefore for yours truly to remain ex-directory. The language I used I thought was English. Its a language I automatically adopted since garbling as baby in the 1950’s.
Clearly I am no longer understood.
This marks the end of an interesting broadcasting career where most of the nation and beyond have understood and apparently have even slightly enjoyed and allegedly understood my voice.
Today this incomprehensible, somewhat confused individual, was informed by email that British Telecom have accepted my order and are placing the telephone number and home address in the directory and online for the world to see. Oh what joy. This despite three reassurances that the opposite will happen and I will enjoy a status of certain privacy.
Thank you, British Telecom for not understanding the difference between “do” and “do not”.
