As my regular reader will know, I have been scathing in the past about the antics that some charities get up to – but last week they sunk to an all time low in my estimation…
Say ‘hello’ to 92 year old Olive Cooke. Well, actually you can’t because poor old Olive got so much shit from charities after her hard earned dosh that last week she threw herself of the Clifton suspension bridge in Bristol.
Her grandson Kevin King said today she was ‘exhausted’ because charities had been trying to ‘milk her’ for years and ‘pestered her’ with cold calls at all hours and hundreds of begging letters. He said: ‘I heard they were passing her number around saying ‘this person is really generous, give this number a try’. She was being pestered all the time. It was like they were trying to milk her. As soon as you open the door a little bit (to charities) it goes wide open’.
Charities also appear to have sold her details to private businesses and Mrs Cooke was then hounded by salesmen trying to sell solar panels, double glazing and computers.
Mrs Cooke – who admitted she ‘couldn’t say no’ – had then been ‘overwhelmed’ and ‘exhausted’ by letters and phone calls asking her for yet more donations before she died. One of her friends said “When I used to be in the flat all the time with her the phone would keep continuously ringing and sometimes she would put the phone down and it would ring again. Sometimes I had been there an hour or so and you would get the same charities ringing back.”
Ironically, Olive was a keen charity worker herself. She was the longest serving poppy seller in the UK having started in 1938. She had 27 direct debits with different charities and they had no hesitation in milking her dry. The bastards sent her around 250 letters a month asking for money.
Whatever happened to the tin rattlers in the high street or on your doorstep? Well, they’ve been replaced by aggressive pressure sellers of direct debits and telephone cold callers. What is not realised about these parasites is that they are in the main commission based salesmen and that the first several months of your direct debit goes not to the charity but to the salesman’s commission payment. No wonder they are so relentless!
My advise is to tell them to fuck off because if you give to just one of them there’s a very really danger that you are asking to open the floodgates.
You can read the full story of Olive’s tragic and scandalous demise in the Daily Fail by clicking [here]