My initial clue as to this joyous truth happened this morning as I was gently awoken by the sounds of “its my life” by Bon Jovi, thank you to Karrang radio... this musical encouragement was exactly what I needed I thought as I reached out and selected my brave trousers. Today was going to be the day that I would once again do battle against the mighty and very evil bank.
However this time I would well prepared, having trained relentlessly over the last 10 days reeling from the great defeat of the 11th. I had with me a list of requirements and letters that would have sent even post man Pat and his belovered cat to an nervous rage. To list but a few items:
South African passport
English passport
Drivers licence
Flight tickets
3 utility bills addressed to the cousin whom I am presently staying with
A certified letter from her to that effect
My proof of address from South Africa
Bank statements from my past bank dating back 6 months
National insurance number
National insurance letter
The forms she would later give me, already filled out
Birth certificate
My first tooth
17 head shot photos and a vile of my blood
all wrapped in a neat envelope.
Fair to say that the beast was slain, although it did not go down without a fight, the administrator was adamant that I should open an overly complicated passport account which would kindly relieve me of 8 pounds a month... not cool... I showed that offer the shredder, brave pants I dare say, and spoke kind words to her manager. The turning point in this epic battle was found when I politely made gesture at the banks slogan “Banking made simple”.
Victory
