Royal Mail – Robbing Cunts.
I’m sure this is not a rare instance with a lot of people, but over the last 3 years I have mailed Christmas and Birthday cards with money inside, only to find that the recipients either haven’t received the cards, or that the cards have been jimmied open, money removed and resealed again.
This has happened on 7 occasions now, the most recent was 3 days ago when £10 in a birthday card was pinched. (And this was in spite of putting the familiar looking card shape into a larger brown A4 envelope in an attempt to fool the cunts at the Royal Mail. But to no avail)
I would guess some cunts who work at the RM sorting offices, or perhaps posties themselves, must carry some kind of x-ray device that can detect currency notes inside birthday cards.
I’m also pretty sure this con has been going on for donkey’s years and yet there doesn’t seem much you can do about it other than to register a complaint to some self-important complacent cunt in a fancy Royal Mail office. A complaint of which will inevitably will be ignored and shredded.
RM really are cunts in other ways. Fewer people are using their services. But what do they do to attract more custom? Yes, increase the price of stamps (the last increase was back in April with 10p added to a first class stamp to 95p)
And years ago they introduced the complicated algorithm of charges based not only on weight, but also the dimensions of the letter or package.
The latest CEO is some four-eyed cunt called Simon Thompson, on a salary of around £550,000, with a pension of 13.6% linked to his base salary. And then of course there’s the generous performance bonuses!
Seems to me that the only decisions cunts like him make include:-
Increasing prices
Cutting staff
Moan to the government about too much competition from cheaper alternatives.
Receive pay rises/bonuses for shite performance
Moan to the media about “difficult conditions”, “hard decisions”, “To attract the best you have to pay the best!”
Of course these same board directors know all about cash in envelopes – especially brown A4 envelopes stuffed full of twenties and fifties (allegedly).
I bet no one at the local sorting office has the balls to raid any of those!
Second Class Service
First Class Cunts.
Nominated by: Technocunt
Utter cunts, the way they have dealt with those poor postmasters is a fucking disgrace. Someone should go to jail, it’s shoddy. Some of them went to prison and lost their houses and credibility.
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That was the Post Office.
Royal Mail is a separate company. Still cunts though.
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Be rayt, as you say, still cunts.
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RTC, I hope their victims get millions out of them in compensation, I really do.
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I agree, Jeezum, although it’ll be us taxpayers who will be paying the compensation, the Post Office is 100% owned by the Government…
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During WW2 the Germans complained that parcels sent from England to British POWs were already opened and items stolen.
Turns out the Royal Mail staff had been nicking from thier fellow countrymen.
It’s been going on for years….
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The next time send it recorded and insured.
When the tenner goes missing, it was two fifty pound notes.
No-one who stole it will admit otherwise.
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Even if recorded and insured there’s no guarantee you’ll ever see it again. Lots of asians in the post office – coincidence?
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This is art imitating life..
https://youtu.be/KP6CQs5Y3S0
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The only way to avoid a light fingered postie is to use Special Delivery.
It’s insured and tracked,plus it’s handled separately than standard mail.
Unfortunately it’s jolly expensive,no surprise there..
How about sending the money via PayPal as a gift instead?
Cut out Dick Turpin that way,the naughty cunts.
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I’d give the money to Dick Turpin personally Uncle Terry. It will have a better & probably quicker chance of getting there.
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Royal Mail is going down the swanee I’m afraid. Expensive, losing business, outdated working practices and light-fingered staff.
What it needs is a complete overhaul and rebranding – how about changing the name to ‘Consignia’ for example?
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This has happened 7 times now”…..
???!😳
Come on Techno, your a smart lad.
Stop sending cash in the post!
Postie’s are gyppos in shorts.
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And silent too, now their vans are electric. Cruising the streets delivering letters while noting the crack in Doris’s drive and Alberts loose roof tile.
Ninja gyppos.
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Our postie delivered our mail offered to read my fortune then offered to fight me on the field!!
No thanks.
See you at Appleby you theiving cunt.
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Hehe…Do you reckon Fiddler is blacklisted by the RM along with the Samaritans and Jehovah’s Witnesses?
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My Postman is a thoroughly unpleasant Cunt… I like him. We often swop scurrilous rumours about people in the area.
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Royal mail tracking that’s a laugh!
You enter a huge number into the online form click the track button only to get a message: (1) “Tracking information will only be provided when we attempt to deliver your item”! FFS! Translated… if we manage to deliver your stuff we will tell you we did! And if we didn’t see (1) above!
Fuck off!
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I can’t comment on light-fingered activity in the sorting office, but my local postie is the salt of the earth.
I was out shopping when he tried to deliver a parcel on Saturday. He put the usual card through the door, but then came back after he’d finished his round with the parcel.
I was home by then, and it’s not the first time he’s done this.
So a big thumbs up to our local chap from me.
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Same here, Jeezum.
Our postie is a white immigrant from Kenya – top bloke, a bit dippy, bit naive, but honest as the day is long. A couple of years ago he donated one of his kidneys to his black missus. As soon as she was back on her feet she repaid him by filing for divorce and taking him to the cleaners. They have two daughters who she tried to poison against him but fortunately they were old enough to realise she was being a cunt.
He recently got married to a groupie from Ecuador. We await the outcome of this latest phase with interest…
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He should have kept his receipt.
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I’m still waiting for that several million pounds that was meant to be posted to me from the UN care of that nice man in Nigeria to save me from “ THE SCOURGE SAVAGING THE EARTH”. I bet Royal Mail have pinched it.
Cunts.
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I sent my poor old dad (who had Parkinson’s) some soluble paracetamol by Royal Mail; they never arrived. I always wondered if the third thought the package contained Viagra…
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third? thief! Or turd!
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The problem with sorting offices is that they employ casual workers.
I bet they don’t do a full DBS check on them.
What’s the difference between pinching your flat mates milk and teabags, or some doting Granny’s £10 from her grandkids birthday card?
Absolutely none. It’s despicable behaviour and I’d have them sent to Rwanda, if I had my way.
Preferably for a nice necklace fitting.
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You would have thought the sorting office was monitored by CCTV…I don’t know, I wouldn’t like to be spied on but I suppose it depends on your work environment. I don’t know about the posties but you do read these stories of some hoarding tens of thousands of letters in their own homes over years..how does no cunt notice?
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Happened to me once, LL.
I got a load of post delivered, including an invite to a relatives birthday party, when she’d died some months previously.
No explanation, I had to ring the main office to find out why I was getting old post.
They are cunts, and this is a good post.
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I know a guy that was sacked as a postie for thieving. 20 years later he was re-employed by them, even though they knew he was a thief. He spent the first 12 months banging tarts, the next 12 months on the sick and was eventually sacked again, for, you guessed it, thieving.
I’ve started getting notes through the door telling me to pick up my parcel from the main office. No, you wankers, I’ve paid for you to deliver it, not me fckn fetch it.
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Send a $10 note laced with Fentanyl. That would fuck up the cunt who touches it.
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Send it to an enemy though and it’s a win-win. Some cunt dies, either a thieving one or just one you don’t like.
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Never had a problem with Royal Mail up until the last few years.
Our old postman would go the extra mile, always had a smile on his face regardless of weather and ensured you got your parcel, no matter what!
Sadly he took early retirement due to the Covid situation and since 2020 we’ve had all sorts of problems with these cunts and you guessed it, our new postwoman is a charming goth looking creature from Kosovo.
Since that bitch has took over his rounds, we’ve had neighbours letters delivered to us, (she can’t read English), we’ve had parcels damaged due to rough handling, a parcel go missing (£65 worth!) and the usual no show of certain value items.
It’s gotten that bad that despite complaints to RM nothing has been done. Same horrible Kosovan slàg still roaming around our neighborhood like a Balkan Robin Hood, nicking everything.
We’ve now had to use the in-laws home address to receive mail as it’s gotten that unviable. Suffice to say inconvenient for us having to fetch it every day.
The story is one true of much of Britain. Trusty reliable and honest British people replaced by the scum of the third world and suddenly the service/industry they’re in goes to rat-shit over night!
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This cuntry is fucked, nothing works, every cunt staring at their “device”. As for her Majesty’s finest, the fucking pigs say no more-
Lincoln: Police chief defends officers dancing Macarena at Pride event.
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At least they’re not pairing up to tango.
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Give it time…
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In a few years, the pigs will be procuring children for the alphabet spaghetti lot.
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My 93 year old great aunt came out with a classic bit king before she passed away a couple of years back.
“I’ll give you your birthday money now rather than post it with your card. Theres a lot of w.o.g.s working for the post office”.
Priceless, but true. Her use of the derogatory term covered anyone with a skin tone ranging from Gary Linekunt to N’Golo Kante, but I’m not sure what term she’d have used for the dooshka’s
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May I also add. As a business model, the post office are a pile of shit.
Before the days of eBay and internet shopping, how often did most of us receive a parcel? Not very often I bet.
Yet since the explosion in home deliveries, they’ve been unable to keep up. They’re overpriced, unreliable and even managed to piss off Amazon thus losing the contract.
As an indication of how low they’ve sunk, look at the age of the vans they use nowadays. Our local postie is driving around in a battered 12 year old Astra van who’s once red paint has now faded pink.
No business sense, no pride and robbing bastards.
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Sorry for the dodgy grammar in my first post. My phone is clearly a total cunt.
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Many years ago, a postal order, for five shillings, that my aunt Viridia ( don’t ask ), sent me for my birthday, never arrived.
I knew our postman had nicked it, he was a right shifty cunt, a fat swarthy type, of Armenian extraction……. guilty as fuck.
I waited years for my revenge.
He ended up in a care home after a couple of heart attacks.
Years of eating foreign muck had clogged his arteries.
Time to strike.
I bought a jack-in-the-box and sent it to him, gift wrapped. I attached a heavy duty bang strip, like you get in a Christmas cracker, to the spring.
The foul cunt was so overjoyed at receiving an unexpected present, that he tore it open without a second thought.
BANG ! 💥
Justice was done.
I went to his funeral.
Lovely buffet. 🥮🍪🍰☕
Get To Fuck.
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Techno I think you are being generous by say 2nd class service.
These fuckers twice lost a parcel of mine one of quite some value stating that they had left it in my safe place (greenhouse) I don’t have a fucking greenhouse. Took me to threatening the cunts with court action (many many letters) before they paid for their mistake fucking useless bastards. Good Cunting..
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Well, my father-in-law was a postie, and obviously had mates who were posties. My impression of them is they are lazy, thieving cunts who expect a job for life despite doing he least amount for the most money.
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Put fucking anthrax powder in the next one.
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Post a fuckin rat trap .
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Postal Orders for a small fee supprisingly are still available Techno. I still have a cheque book so there is no charge. I never sent money anywhere, certainly not with a card in an envelope.
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You money is probably being robbed during a tea break. All that is needed is a boiling kettle!
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And if I really had to, I would seal the gummed flap down with superglue. Make the tea leaf cunts work for it!
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Back in the 90’s my parents worked abroad and would send over to me £50 at Christmas and birthdays. I must have got less than half of all the deliveries. My first wife’s brother in law did two years for doing it. Nice enough chap but with a horrendous gambling addiction. Def no excuse as he would say. I said he probably had some of my cash as he worked at mount pleasant same time as I lived in London.
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The Post Office, used to be part of the Civil Service. Their workers were put in an extreme position of trust. But with all the money that was swilling about, especially when many of us got paid every Friday, in that little brown envelope, with the amount that was inside written on it, I am sure for some the tempation must have been too much. A family member of mine in the mid 60’s was one of a group of about ten, that was under suspicion when a mailbag containing 6K of used notes went missing. The Post Office Police were hot on the trail, doing covert opperations, tapping peoples phones & watching each ones spend over the next few months. It was a one off theft, & whoverer did it got away with it, and probably brough a house in Spain.
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Cretins
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These cunts led me a right dance, straight after I came out of Salford Royal Hospital. My ‘comeback’ nomination if you like was about these cunts. Delivering a signed for parcel to the wrong house. A house round the corner from me, no less. And they or I never got it back. Complaints to and about them are both futile and useless. They don’t give a fuck, and all complaints just vanish into the ether. Which is just the way Royal Mail want it.🙄
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Not had a problem with Royal Mail myself. We’ve had the same postman for over 20 years and count him as a friend. Not that I see him that often, I’m usually at work, so the wife has more to do with him than I do. I can tell when a parcel has been delivered because she always has a nice glow about her when I get home in the evening.
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It used to be like that for us. Our old postie did our area for about 25 years, and he was a good bloke. My parents let him in for a drink every Christmas, and he was very well thought of by the whole street. Those were the days when postmen wore smart proper uniforms and knew their job. Not like now, where some cunt in shorts litters your path with discarded rubber bands.
That said, we occasionally have a postwoman do our street. Not only is she good at it. She is also fit as fuck. A proper dark haired beauty, she is…
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I was somewhat incapacitated after me house fell down and a brick hit me on the noggin. Called the fire brigade who came and checked the place then allowed me back in for five mins max to get valuables ect. My stash of used notes under the mattress was revealed in the chaos as they checked for any other punters left alive in there. I picked up notes all over the place and bless them they had not nicked anything. In a moment of weakness and gratitude I vowed to leave the local lads a few quid in my will but the moment soon passed.
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The sorting centre where I worked was ran by pakis and they treated everyone like shit. I only worked there as a Christmas temp but I thought I’d add my experience to the shit show that is the royal mail.
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