I have now been trying to change my address with Compurshare for maybe 6 months. This is my latest attempt. Think I might get it done this time?
Please find certified copies of id document and municipal bill as requested.
My dog, a Cock-er Spaniel’s name is Angel and my cat’s name is Salem. The dog is 12 years old and the cat 4.
I also wear a dark green (Jockey style) Woolworths pair of underpants today. The year of manufacture is unfortunately unknown but I think you can with confidence say it is from the early 3rd millennium (AD). In my opinion the condition is still good. A molecular analysis report can be obtained should it be required.
This is all I can think of that you might need to change my address but if there is something else, please ask.
Rather a swab of saliva for DNA testing, I dont want to do a collection to bail him out of jail on a charge of sexual harrassment relating to semen samples.
i’m trying to renew my car’s licence. this car was licenced in the freestate. so i have to do a change of address. so they want a water and lights account.
which i cant give them since i rent.
then they want a lease. which i give them.
then they wont accept it because no witness signed the lease, and there isnt a end of lease date on it.
eventually i had to forge a document.
how fucking hard can it be?
My s/o bought me a car in June, same sh*t, plus he lives with me, I schlepped all the way to the licencing dept with him with my ID and FICA docs and it ended up with me throwing a vloermoer and they just acting like dumb mules. The car is now registered in Roodepoort on his MOTHER’s address.
doesnt all this Rica/Fica nonsense have a very ‘bog brother’ feel to it?
every body and his dog has got a GPS doodabbie in their car, their phones allso have GPS. , your car gets tracked with cameras… and yet, crime is rife. if the govament really wanted to, they could find anyone they want.
Freaks me out solid - I’m horribly antisocial and swear, rant and rave at any unsolicited phone call I receive on my cell, I’ve been seen chasing Jehova witnesses down the road with a sjambok because they’ve had the odasity to ring my doorbell. My charity cases (beggars) know by now that leftover food will be left for them every other day hanging in a plastic bag at the farthest end of the palisades, if they dare ring that bell, the devil himself cringe at my reaction. So the whole Fica and Rica thing goes entirely against my grain and I feel exposed to the point of fury.
I’d love to dissappear off the grid entirely, but ja, I need to work for a living and I’ve got kids, so its a bit inconvenient.