There aren’t many people lower in my estimation than bailiffs, glad we don’t have them in NI
“Bullet proof vest”. I doubt it, come on Guardian how about some fact checking? Even I know at best it’s a stab vest.
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Less than three days after taking up the tenancy on my current flat there were ‘enforcement agents’. banging on the door and screaming at me demanding that [Previous tenant] come to the door. Eventually they left but not before putting a document through the letterbox purporting to be a ‘Magistrates Liability Order’, issued on behalf of the local council authority, threatening the removal of goods.
Phoned the company, tried to explain the situation to them, and was told that someone would be sent to talk to me.
Two days later: Knocking at the door; demands to speak to [Previous tenant]. I explained – through the window (not ground floor flat thankfully) that said person had left, and that I would be more than willing to provide them with the contact details for the letting agency who *might* be able to confirm this. Also told them that if they went back to the council authority, said council would be able to confirm the date I became liable for council tax at the property.
Up to that point the conversation was pretty civil. Until the person asked me to open the door so he could look at my tenancy agreement. I told him that not only did he not have the rights to my personal information, he most certainly wouldn’t be entering the property without there being someone else present.
>Like who
…?
>I would like my support worker.
At which point, presumably thinking support worker = mental retardation the demands started.
>Open the door. We will force entry. We have been given permission to enter the property. Open the door. We need to have all your personal information to make sure you aren’t connected to the person we are after. Open the door. OPEN THE DOOR NOW.
That was to be the first of multiple interactions / incidents with different collection agencies / enforcement officers all in relation to the previous tenant.
Without wishing to besmirch an entire industry, ever single company I have tried to deal with, and every ~~company~~ enforcement officer, can go fuck the fuck off.
I’ve had a run in with a bailiff I was more than willing to work with him to make a payment plan that wasn’t ridiculous. This wasn’t good enough for him he insisted I magically pull £560 out of my ass or he’s bringing a locksmith and taking my stuff. After that threat I decided I’m not giving this prick a penny and I’m going to call his bluff. Haven’t seen him in 6 years.
– Don’t let them in your house ever!
– If you car is leased it’s owned by the finance company and bailiffs can’t take it.
– If you own your car outright you will need to hide it in a garage or register it under a family members name so when they do a DVLA check it doesn’t come back to you.
The last thing I’d want after meeting a bailiff is to get drunk.
Send the bailiffs to sunak’s place and ask for your tax money, “…or it’ll be tripled if we have to come back!”
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There aren’t many people lower in my estimation than bailiffs, glad we don’t have them in NI
“Bullet proof vest”. I doubt it, come on Guardian how about some fact checking? Even I know at best it’s a stab vest.
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Less than three days after taking up the tenancy on my current flat there were ‘enforcement agents’. banging on the door and screaming at me demanding that [Previous tenant] come to the door. Eventually they left but not before putting a document through the letterbox purporting to be a ‘Magistrates Liability Order’, issued on behalf of the local council authority, threatening the removal of goods.
Phoned the company, tried to explain the situation to them, and was told that someone would be sent to talk to me.
Two days later: Knocking at the door; demands to speak to [Previous tenant]. I explained – through the window (not ground floor flat thankfully) that said person had left, and that I would be more than willing to provide them with the contact details for the letting agency who *might* be able to confirm this. Also told them that if they went back to the council authority, said council would be able to confirm the date I became liable for council tax at the property.
Up to that point the conversation was pretty civil. Until the person asked me to open the door so he could look at my tenancy agreement. I told him that not only did he not have the rights to my personal information, he most certainly wouldn’t be entering the property without there being someone else present.
>Like who
…?
>I would like my support worker.
At which point, presumably thinking support worker = mental retardation the demands started.
>Open the door. We will force entry. We have been given permission to enter the property. Open the door. We need to have all your personal information to make sure you aren’t connected to the person we are after. Open the door. OPEN THE DOOR NOW.
That was to be the first of multiple interactions / incidents with different collection agencies / enforcement officers all in relation to the previous tenant.
Without wishing to besmirch an entire industry, ever single company I have tried to deal with, and every ~~company~~ enforcement officer, can go fuck the fuck off.
I’ve had a run in with a bailiff I was more than willing to work with him to make a payment plan that wasn’t ridiculous. This wasn’t good enough for him he insisted I magically pull £560 out of my ass or he’s bringing a locksmith and taking my stuff. After that threat I decided I’m not giving this prick a penny and I’m going to call his bluff. Haven’t seen him in 6 years.
– Don’t let them in your house ever!
– If you car is leased it’s owned by the finance company and bailiffs can’t take it.
– If you own your car outright you will need to hide it in a garage or register it under a family members name so when they do a DVLA check it doesn’t come back to you.
The last thing I’d want after meeting a bailiff is to get drunk.
Send the bailiffs to sunak’s place and ask for your tax money, “…or it’ll be tripled if we have to come back!”