Fiddle
I once left two newly dry-cleaned suits (Sketchley Gold Service as well. Harrrumph.) on a train. I leaped into my car and caught up with the train three stops down the line, but they were already on their way to a new home in Dartford. They weren't cheap, One of them cost me £145 according to my 100% of utter truth insurance claim (it was the early 90s, that was a lot of money for me). This bloke hasn't got a hope in hell.
Good job it wasn't a new one.
Boom boom.
Good job it wasn't a new one.
Boom boom.
posted by Richard at 4:50 pm
3 Vegetable peelings:
I heard him on the radio yesterday. As an ex-insurance claims manager my immediate thought was that I bet he hadn't had time to increase his sum insured following the re-valuation.
You must love the insurance game, its pay the premium on time or forget it and its haggle time when a claim comes in...the house always wins.
Do you think he was on the fiddle? I bet his policy has strings attached.
If your suits had gone on to Gravesend they'd have stood out like sore thumbs.
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