now i'm not one to complain BUT

When I was 11 I deliberately sabotaged a bar of Cadbury's Dairy Milk by alternately heating it and then putting it in the fridge. It eventually developed white spots all over it and I then sent it back to Cadbury's with a complaint letter. They sent me a massive selection of all their chocs and a lovely letter of apology. My friend Amanda made me do this.

I wrote a detailed and angry letter to the pub in Holborn where me and Madchen used to meet up - argh, what was it called! - ah, Penderel's Oak - to complain about their serious mosue problem. I never heard back from the fuckers, so can I ask any of you who might frequent it (and there can't be many, it's a crappy Wetherspoons joint) to boycott it and take your custom elsewhere? Thanks!

Well, that's what you get for going to a Wetherspoons pub. If there are vermin, complain to the council, not the pub (unless you CC it to the council).

I've never complained to a company, but I remember I did write a letter to a journalist once telling her that she was too hard on that one gymnist who did the vault thingie and landed on one twisted ankle. Oh, Carrie Shrug, that's the one. I was 12 I think.

ParcelForce are a bunch of gits. i still haven't got my Two Towers DVD.

awww! there there stevem.

so i got the one extra day i needed to finish my animation - in fact, i got two. but, y'know, projects have that way of expanding to fill the time allocated. so here i still am in this forsaken computer room 6, still stick, still tired, still got a headache from staring at the screen, still nauseous, still have seen about 8 minutes of home in the last 3 days, still an one twelfth of an icy cold cappuccino sitting next to me, still all alone, still got plenty to do, still procrastinating.

i suppose this thread was really about complaining about poor service, but it was the first thing to come up when i searched "complain".