Waiting for the freight lift at Greater London House have been horrible for past weeks.You hammer it in like under 5 minutes from soho,then wait 10 minutes + for the lift!!!Plus all that racist grafitti...

Tower 3 of 201 sussex in Sydney, you have to cross an expressway on a corner to get to the loading dock and then the same thing you just described but worse cos it has 20 or 40 odd floors and one goods lift. That one beats anything in London.

Is city point the one on ropemaker street?been told that they FINGERPRINT couriers who deliver there.luckily last time been there before they started doing it

Dunno about the worst one, I hated going to Virginia Street (I started just after the end of the print union strike) - what a miserable spot. And 1 Canada Square is pretty charming too, isn't it?

My favourite would be Ivan at old JWT, and maybe Centrepoint. Check that view!

posterscope @ 2 farringdon rd was bad, receptionist slapped my hand for taking package without asking.

has to be that cnut at bluefin surley? what a moody bastard. signs tim, but like you're a wanker for asking him to.

used to deliver to one of those every day in sydney. i'd slap her post down, look her in the eye and say 'you're mail'.
dont think she ever got the joke, luckily.

Ludgate House, 254 Blackfriars Road. Haven't been there for ages but well moody!

I recently dropped at mercury records on Kensington high st where the bloke in there went apoplectic when I asked for his name!

hey josh i reckon lifts in 1 farrar place are worse than 201 sussex!

the feller in sterling square 5-7 carlton gdns used to be fuckin 'orrible- think they got him on prozac or something now and he's cheered right up. "lee east" in herbert smith exchange house is another moody fucker though the post room is very accessible. can't believe no one's mentioned the foreign and colonial post room at exchange house? worst lift in london. i quite like 1 london wall cos i know a chef in there and can usually blag food or drink

on the subject of city point, they still have the finger print biometrics bolloks but don't use it- i think the company contracted to run the security there thought it would be a good idea until there staff recieved MASSIVE abuse from just about anyone who went in there. i'd heard about the policy before i had to drop there so rubbed my thumb on my filthy chain, made sure the reader got a good smear of oil and road grit, for some reason they couldn't get a reading.

second that sterling square, try not to break your neck on the slippery metal spiral staircase then buzz for 5 minutes until that miserable old git can be bothered to lift his finger to press a button to let you in. i finally worked out that you could use the car lift and the unlocked door from the underground car park into the post room, always used to catch old git by suprise doing it that way.

one of the benefits of doing in house deliveries for production response was that you didn't need a signature, just a name. pissed off some post room staff and receptionists no end that they couldn't make you wait around until they could be bothered to finish chatting on the phone or whatever. some of them used to insist loudly that they be allowed to sign, used to make me laugh as i walked out the door, ignoring them.

Putain de merde! Quels cons!

"But in general, big fuck you to all the security people and receptionists who see you stopping, locking your bike, getting the package out of your bag and look at you walking towards them with a blank expression before saying: oh i'm really sorry but you need to go our postroom round the back"



AMEN

Everthing E14 sucks a big one, One Churchill place especially, as for "We can afford an acre of vacant lobby space in the most expensive real estate in town, 23 security blazered staff watching your every move. But can we shell out for a bit of old cardboard and a black felt tip to tell you that the post room is in Weston Supper Mare...Nah sorry mate...

80 Vic Street... always go round the front! And they got great toilets. I didn't even know there was a loading bay.

Beaufort House off St. Botolphs is always a chore. As you roll in you're hit by the overwhelming rubbish fumes. You knock on the window, it slams open and 'whadayawan!'... err, EC4 mate, window slames shut and the bloke checks the clock. It's usually about nine minutes of watching them piss around with u their degenerate colleagues later that you get the package and 'am I FUCK signing for ten minutes waiting time!'

120 London Wall. That security dude thinks he's some sort of comedian but all I know is that he's got a rubbish job and he hits on my female mates. Then it's anywhere up to fifteen minutes waiting at the lift, willing it to come down and pick you up.

My blood generally starts boiling when they say you're not allowed to leave it here or there, and your faced with either freelocking it somewhere dodgy and exposed and hoping it'll still be there when you get back or walking around like a douchebag for five minutes looking for somewhere to lock it. Then it's ten minutes of navigating their underground labrynth of tunnels and goods lift only to find yourself in the main reception, spitting distance from where you started off.

The guy who tells you to stop riding your bike around Fleet Place if you come in from Old Bailey direction.
And I could probably think of a whole lot more.

Best:
BCD, in the GLH on Hampstead Rd. You get either a totally hot receptionist or the super positive one. I know the super positive one can be a little overwhelming but I'd rather have her than the grumpy old farts everywhere else.

In fact, I'd consider a 'good' post room to be anywhere you get more than a grunt and a 'get the fuck outta my postroom' slash for a signature.

Oh and excellent sweets to be found in 242 Marylebone, Fox's Glacier yum, and there's a place in Temple which has an awesome variety.

I went to a client recently and had to wait while the photographer shot a few more rolls.His assistant asked me to sit down while she prepared a glass of pink champers and a plate of caviar blinis.
When I finished she gave me a relaxing massage then a blowjob.
Which was nice.

Hoho

Postroom manager at Getty's is my ex-flatmate.....nice bloke, to me anyway. he used to be at M&C.

Canary wharf in general, I had possibly the worst morning of my life doing a succession of extreme downhill postrooms, only to find that I was either in the wrong place or a morbidly obese security guard who thought it would be amusing to question me about my gender. Beauracratic wankers.

Londoners get of lightly on the bad post room bit.

At nearly any office in mid-town new york, the following happens:

1. you need to go around the block to figure out where the loading bay entrance is, which depending on the block could mean walking thanks to the one way system. and they are, like everything in America, huge.

2. Once you've found the loading bay you will need to find a skinny enough pole to lock up to, because you can't lock up in the loading bay and you can't free lock your bike in NYC, it'll go faster than you can say big apple.

3. Then you walk into the loading bay, where you hand over your ID, they take your photo and give you a sticky backed pass to wear while your in the building and send your to the goods lift.

4. Some things never change, there is only one goods lift in most buildings, no matter how tall the buildings are, and some of them have 100 floors. I mean, really. The only good thing about the goods lift is that you normaly get some bizarre socialy inept person that's paid minimum wage to work the lift buttons. No really, someone is paid to push floor buttons for you.

I guess my favorite of these is the lift on park ave that is super sensative to movement, and if you jump or adjust your bag to vigerously then the safety mechanism that stops the lift if the lift cables break kicks in, and it takes an outside engineer to come to the lift and turn off the saftey system before you can move again. And that means hours stuck in a lift with a very grumpy old dominican.

no doubt :

1. citypoint ropemaker st. never had finger print id but they do have a shockingly rough hangover photo of me. that they print out every fucking time.

TIP 1. if the package is small enough say its a passport and they let u take it in the front door.

TIP 2. if you have to deliver to the japanese shipping co. after 5 through the goods lift shake the door really hard and it will magically open. if u dont do this u have to go back down in the one at a time cunt goods lift and return the fucker.

admiral mention to bumblefucks accenture old bailey, and everyone at more london place (suicide ramps)

and fuck the gherkin too

New Scotland Yard- not actually so bad, but surely not comfortable ;) Instantly had this forgot-bout-this-bit-of-dope feeling...

I don't think the little rays of sunshine who call themselves the security at 5 Aldermansbury Sq like me much any more.

The fucking Gherkin. I was searched and interrogated for a good ten minutes before the guy would even let me down the ramp yesterday (never been asked for courier ID before), and then had to endure the usual charade of shouting at the postroom guys through two inches of bullet-proof glass, half a foot above my head.

"I've got a package for you."
"A WHAT?"
"A PACKAGE!"
"Put it in the tray."
"The WHAT?"
"IN THE TRAY!"
(Etc.)

Then I came out, and my very next job? 30 St Mary's Axe. So I had to go through the whole thing again.

Oh yes, and Blackstone Chambers have good sweets, but Miles Calcraft on Rathbone Street are better. :-D

Gherkin/More London classic for overblown security measures - that in fact can be easily evaded.

Recent "favourite"- 30 Holborn Gate: tried the front; "no, you have to go to...", so round the building, checkpoint, explanation (la la la), then elaborate maze of corridors, double doors an two arrow paths- only to arrive at the lift thats next to the front entrance....