Motor Insurance Fantasy

[andygates]

The Meerkat and the Admiral and the Hastings knight and that awful tenor are all gaffer-taped to chairs in a cold, deserted warehouse somewhere.  A couple of bare bulbs swing.  And I get to pace in front of them with their quote sheets and a two-by-four, giving it a swing before looking into their eyes and giving it some London snarl:  "Right! Which of you cahnts is trying to rip me off?"

I hate buying insurance. I especially hate when my current insurer randomly ups the premium. The hate reaches "I'm so annoyed I could blog about it!" levels when the salesdroid gets pissy about my reluctance to shovel money into his corporate maw.