Had a phone call today from a bloke with a faint London accent telling me he was phoning from Brixton police station. On a Bank Holiday Monday. Not suspicious in the slightest...
Him: Am I speaking to (my full correct name)?
Me: Who is this?
Him: I'm calling from Brixton police station.
(I live in the North East)
Me: Right
Him: We've arrested a young man with your Visa credit card on him
Me (interrupting). Oh no officer! What should I do? I'm a vulnerable old lady!
Had I better give you all my bank details and security codes or should you just FUCK OFF YOU SCUM!! I don't know how you sleep at night!
I'm not sure which of us put the phone down first, but Brixton police have sloppily not called again, so I assume they know nothing of this.
Bastards! I'm getting sick of answering calls from twats like this. I am considering getting a whistle to blow down the phone.