Ah, British Gas, when you're not sending me the wrong bill because you evidently think cubic feet is an artistic movement and not a bizarre imperial measure, you're smashing my brand new driveway wall with your clumsy driving. Now, apparently, the driver claims he didn't, but he 'hit a rock'. There are no rocks at the bottom of my driveway. It's not a fucking beach or the surface of Mars. Oh, but he didn't damage the van, she says. Well, that's nice, but it's not your van I'm worried about, it's the £200+ quid to rebuild, render, and paint the damn wall you knocked over.