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nick said,
February 27, 2007 at 12:17 pm
Wouldn’t it be nice if the direct enquiries people were able to have a bit of a chinwag with us now if we called. They would most likely be sacked on the spot! The world, in some quarters, has lost some valuable charm. Thanks for the podcast.
grannymar said,
February 27, 2007 at 1:01 pm
Nick, do they have real people on Directory Enquiries nowadays?
Yes you are correct there is a lack of charm in this modern world.
You thanked me for the podcast, so many people forget that ‘thanks or thank you’ are the most important words we know.
Thank you Nick.
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April 30, 2008 at 11:57 am
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