Was that when you had to wait two years for a phone line?
Ahh, now you see that's where you was going about it all wrong, Raimondo. When it came to dealing with the G.P.O. (as with all great socialist organs) back then it was WHO you knew. True gents like Koala Keith; salt-of-the-earth linesmen, who'd provision you a new pair from the exchange within the hour. For a very modest fee; normally just 40 Rothmans. Rotten luck for those outwith, like your goodself, to be stuck on that two year waiting list. Well worth remembering though, Raimondo, when it comes to casting your vote at the General Election on May 7th.
Didn't have you down as a Scotch-guzzling sass, Raimondo; not with all that Scrumpy on your doorstep. Think of all the Food Miles you'd save if you swapped fuels!