There has been a spate of email going back and forth with 888. They are absolutely hopeless. They do not listen and their replies just keep repeating the same shite: we need copies of this, that and t'other (not their words, I don't imagine the idiom is within their vocabulary).
When I first tried to withdraw the balance, they asked me for my passport or driving licence number. I duly supplied the latter. They're not happy with this. Now they want a photo or photocopy of the actual document. If that's what they need, why didn't they just say so in the first place. What was the point of asking me for the number? They seem unable to answer the questions.
They're now saying they have lifted the restrictions on my account to enable me to withdraw the balance but they still need the documents. So I can't actually withdraw the money anyway? What's the point of lifting the restrictions then??
They do not seem to allow for someone of my age being a technophobe or, more accurately perhaps, a total technodummy.
It's a major problem with every company these days. I deal with all my elderly mother-in-law's business. You wouldn't believe the number of companies that expect her to have a computer, mobile phone, printer, photocopier, internet access etc. She's probably losing hundreds, if not thousands, of pounds per year because of her age and the refusal of companies to allow cheaper facilities to elderly people.
Fuckin arseholes the lot of them.
Oh, and in last night's email they said they could not deal with my issues by telephone, that everything had to be resolved by email. (I had asked to be put in touch with a UK-based customer services manager in order to discuss matters in more detail. On the one occasion I got through on the phone, the person at the other end clearly didn't understand me and I struggled to understand them. It got to the point where they just kept repeating the mantra: "once we are in receipt of your documents you will be able to withdraw your money. Congratulations on your winnings.")
Congratulations my arse.