I had to go back to the ward office to collect a certificate of certificate of registration (or something) so I could open a bank account.
Opening the account itself was way easier than it is in the UK, all I had to do was to provide the above certificate and sign a form to say I wasn’t in any way American (!?! not so surprising given I was opening an account at Citibank). My previous attempts at opening accounts in the UK have involved two hours of interrogation and torture, forms signed in triplicate with photos authenticated by three members of the judiciary. Or maybe they just take a dislike to me and want me to open an account somewhere else and I never quite get the hint.
To get a mobile phone I needed another of the certificates…and a two hour chat with a nice phone sales chap who knew about as much about them as the guys back home peddling the things…no matter, I managed to get one that works and gets me on the net properly at home. I’ll post some more details later, theres a whole bunch of boring technical stuff I’ve got to get off my chest about it. Let me just say that skimping on the memory manager is never a worthwhile technical thing to do.
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