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Opening a bank account in the UK is like opening a box with the crowbar that's inside. It's like pulling teeth with someone else's fingers*. It's like flogging an elephant to death using only peppermint scented cobwebs. In short, it is turning out to be a bloody impossible nightmare and I have officially reached the point where I am equally torn between laughing hysterically, crying like a lost child and hauling off and hitting someone between the eyes. Hard.
It started with me moving here and wanting a bank account. I tried HSBC. I went into their branch and asked for a bank account. I was asked to bring a tenancy agreement and proof of address. At this point, I had neither. I went to my housemates and kindly requested a tenancy agreement. I was provided with one. I receive a letter from both the Dutch tax office and the student loan office. Pretty official things. I call HSBC and ask if a hand written tenancy agreement counts. It does. I ask if either the letter from the tax office or the student loan office count**. They do.
I go to my NI number appointment. I give them all my stuff. They are happy with all my stuff. I go yay and think 'That was easy.'. I go to HSBC with all my stuff and get told that neither tenancy agreement nor Dutch tax office or Dutch student loan office letters are acceptable as proof of address. By the same lady who told me on the phone that these would suffice! I have had a shitty day what with getting rained on and spending the next 5 hours soaked to the skin. I am >< this close to hypothermia and so I go home feeling rather crap.
Time passes and I get a job. The umbrella company does not pay out to non UK bank accounts^. Joy. Fortunately housemate is kind enough to let me use one of her old bank accounts until I manage to get my grubby paws on my own.
I get busy with job and training and falling over occasionally because my body's not agreeing with this whole new country malarkey and it takes me a while to get my energy up to go into the whole bank account thing again. I decide that HSBC can go sodomise itself with a garden tool of choice and decide to go with NatWest. So off to the branch we toddle (as housemate needs to do some stuff as well). I am helped by a friendly young man who is very helpful if probably somewhat mistaken about the nature of housemate and I's relationship.
I specifically ask if I have everything he needs. I have brought a payslip. I have brought identification. I mention I am on the electoral roll*** since January or February. This is all great.
They want three months worth of payslips to open a bank account.
I explain I've only been working for a few weeks and don't have that many payslips.
No problem, just take all of them into my local branch, have them photo-copied and sent to NatWest. He'll finalise the account as soon as he gets it all. He gives me his card. I sigh in relief. I go to the local branch, have the payslips copied and sent over. I wait.
Time passes.
Time passes some more.
I call NatWest and ask what's going on. Oh dear, the copies never arrived or were never sent off or whatever it was. But they'll send them straight away. Sigh. Thank you.
Time passes as it always does.
Today I get a letter from NatWest. It reads thusly:
Dear Miss S.,
(Look! I am a Miss! Yay.)
Thank you for the pay slips you have provided me with.
(No problem at all, my good man. Now gimme my bank account details.)
Unfortunately,
(Uhoh.)
when I have gone to open the account I now need to obtain confirmation of your address.
(Hmm. Bad grammar there, Where's my red pe...You fucking what?!)
This can be in the form of a recent bank statement or utility bill.
(I don't have a bank statement because I can't fucking get a fucking bank account, you bloody incompetent idiot! What in the name of FUCK do you think I've been trying to do for the past three months?! I also can't give you a sodding utility bill because I am a lodger. Also? I. Have. A. National. Insurance. Number. And another thing?
I. Am. On. The. Mother-Fucking. Electoral. Roll. You. Blithering. Arse-Buggering. Festering. Twat. Muffin! I. Have. A. Sodding. Polling. Card! Do. You. Wish. I. Should. Come. Over. And. Stuff. It. Up. Your. Arse. Sideways? Am. I. Getting. My. Point. Across. Here?)
If you have any queries please do not hesitate to contact me.
So I laugh hysterically, and I did contact NatWest. I did not get the nice gentleman who helped me on the phone, but another nice gentleman, who really did not deserve a slightly irate potential customer on the phone. I was very polite, just ever so slightly...tetchy. The guy was very helpful and calm and offered to look up my details right then**** and there so we could clear this up. I give them. We wait a bit. And then he gets back to me, still very helpful but slightly less calm. He can't find me on the updated electoral roll and do I mind if he passes the message on to the other nice gentleman so he can phone me back? I do not mind at all. I am therefore currently waiting for a call.
Seriously, who do I need to fuck to get a damned bank account over here? I swear to all that's holy, I would happily go down on Gordon Brown himself if I thought it would get me a bloody bank account, I am that fed up with this whole stupid business.
Is the idea that I am just ever so slightly getting fucking fed up with this whole song and dance routine coming across at all here? I just want a bank account. I do not want to steal secrets of national importance. I'm not applying for citizenship. I am not applying for benefits. I just want somewhere where I can put in my money. Is that really too much to ask?
* Ew.
** Yes, specifically mentioning the fact that these are Dutch letters. This is not a problem at all, they repeatedly assure me.
^I just typed account as acunt three times before getting it right. You think my brain is telling me something?
*** Granted, it's not the public one for reasons of not wanting to get inundated with spam, but I assume I am on there somewhere. Because, hey! I have a polling card. I can vote, me. Do banks only get access to the public one? I don't know.
**** I'm sure he is always nice and helpful. I am also sure he was extra nice and helpful because one naturally treads carefully when in the vicinity of an obviously lactose intolerant volcano that's just been fed cheese.
Opening a bank account in the UK is like opening a box with the crowbar that's inside. It's like pulling teeth with someone else's fingers*. It's like flogging an elephant to death using only peppermint scented cobwebs. In short, it is turning out to be a bloody impossible nightmare and I have officially reached the point where I am equally torn between laughing hysterically, crying like a lost child and hauling off and hitting someone between the eyes. Hard.
It started with me moving here and wanting a bank account. I tried HSBC. I went into their branch and asked for a bank account. I was asked to bring a tenancy agreement and proof of address. At this point, I had neither. I went to my housemates and kindly requested a tenancy agreement. I was provided with one. I receive a letter from both the Dutch tax office and the student loan office. Pretty official things. I call HSBC and ask if a hand written tenancy agreement counts. It does. I ask if either the letter from the tax office or the student loan office count**. They do.
I go to my NI number appointment. I give them all my stuff. They are happy with all my stuff. I go yay and think 'That was easy.'. I go to HSBC with all my stuff and get told that neither tenancy agreement nor Dutch tax office or Dutch student loan office letters are acceptable as proof of address. By the same lady who told me on the phone that these would suffice! I have had a shitty day what with getting rained on and spending the next 5 hours soaked to the skin. I am >< this close to hypothermia and so I go home feeling rather crap.
Time passes and I get a job. The umbrella company does not pay out to non UK bank accounts^. Joy. Fortunately housemate is kind enough to let me use one of her old bank accounts until I manage to get my grubby paws on my own.
I get busy with job and training and falling over occasionally because my body's not agreeing with this whole new country malarkey and it takes me a while to get my energy up to go into the whole bank account thing again. I decide that HSBC can go sodomise itself with a garden tool of choice and decide to go with NatWest. So off to the branch we toddle (as housemate needs to do some stuff as well). I am helped by a friendly young man who is very helpful if probably somewhat mistaken about the nature of housemate and I's relationship.
I specifically ask if I have everything he needs. I have brought a payslip. I have brought identification. I mention I am on the electoral roll*** since January or February. This is all great.
They want three months worth of payslips to open a bank account.
I explain I've only been working for a few weeks and don't have that many payslips.
No problem, just take all of them into my local branch, have them photo-copied and sent to NatWest. He'll finalise the account as soon as he gets it all. He gives me his card. I sigh in relief. I go to the local branch, have the payslips copied and sent over. I wait.
Time passes.
Time passes some more.
I call NatWest and ask what's going on. Oh dear, the copies never arrived or were never sent off or whatever it was. But they'll send them straight away. Sigh. Thank you.
Time passes as it always does.
Today I get a letter from NatWest. It reads thusly:
Dear Miss S.,
(Look! I am a Miss! Yay.)
Thank you for the pay slips you have provided me with.
(No problem at all, my good man. Now gimme my bank account details.)
Unfortunately,
(Uhoh.)
when I have gone to open the account I now need to obtain confirmation of your address.
(Hmm. Bad grammar there, Where's my red pe...You fucking what?!)
This can be in the form of a recent bank statement or utility bill.
(I don't have a bank statement because I can't fucking get a fucking bank account, you bloody incompetent idiot! What in the name of FUCK do you think I've been trying to do for the past three months?! I also can't give you a sodding utility bill because I am a lodger. Also? I. Have. A. National. Insurance. Number. And another thing?
I. Am. On. The. Mother-Fucking. Electoral. Roll. You. Blithering. Arse-Buggering. Festering. Twat. Muffin! I. Have. A. Sodding. Polling. Card! Do. You. Wish. I. Should. Come. Over. And. Stuff. It. Up. Your. Arse. Sideways? Am. I. Getting. My. Point. Across. Here?)
If you have any queries please do not hesitate to contact me.
So I laugh hysterically, and I did contact NatWest. I did not get the nice gentleman who helped me on the phone, but another nice gentleman, who really did not deserve a slightly irate potential customer on the phone. I was very polite, just ever so slightly...tetchy. The guy was very helpful and calm and offered to look up my details right then**** and there so we could clear this up. I give them. We wait a bit. And then he gets back to me, still very helpful but slightly less calm. He can't find me on the updated electoral roll and do I mind if he passes the message on to the other nice gentleman so he can phone me back? I do not mind at all. I am therefore currently waiting for a call.
Seriously, who do I need to fuck to get a damned bank account over here? I swear to all that's holy, I would happily go down on Gordon Brown himself if I thought it would get me a bloody bank account, I am that fed up with this whole stupid business.
Is the idea that I am just ever so slightly getting fucking fed up with this whole song and dance routine coming across at all here? I just want a bank account. I do not want to steal secrets of national importance. I'm not applying for citizenship. I am not applying for benefits. I just want somewhere where I can put in my money. Is that really too much to ask?
* Ew.
** Yes, specifically mentioning the fact that these are Dutch letters. This is not a problem at all, they repeatedly assure me.
^I just typed account as acunt three times before getting it right. You think my brain is telling me something?
*** Granted, it's not the public one for reasons of not wanting to get inundated with spam, but I assume I am on there somewhere. Because, hey! I have a polling card. I can vote, me. Do banks only get access to the public one? I don't know.
**** I'm sure he is always nice and helpful. I am also sure he was extra nice and helpful because one naturally treads carefully when in the vicinity of an obviously lactose intolerant volcano that's just been fed cheese.
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Date: 2008-04-24 02:30 pm (UTC)My main big red scribble over your post is over "my housemate and I's" - there is no such word as I's.
I's
Date: 2008-04-24 02:41 pm (UTC)I is the letter after h?
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Date: 2008-04-24 02:56 pm (UTC)Re: I's
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Date: 2008-04-24 02:54 pm (UTC)Our home wi-fi network is still called nandrands, though the N part of our gestalt has deserted us.
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Date: 2008-04-24 02:11 pm (UTC)Welcome to the country where it's easier to get a Shotgun Certificate or an FAC than it is to open a bank account. Really.
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Date: 2008-04-24 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-24 02:48 pm (UTC)I now have one.
It was harder than getting prison services security clearance when your family are a bunch of terrorists (which I've had and they were). In fact, once the account was open and they had cashed that nice two grand cheque, getting the *account number* out of them proved to be something of a farce. As did getting more money *into* the account.
After much blood, sweat and tears I think I am finally there.
Just don't mention e-banking.
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Date: 2008-04-24 02:56 pm (UTC)Suggest you do some deep breathing exercises before applying for a credit card. :-(
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Date: 2008-04-24 04:36 pm (UTC)The only time I've had to open a bank account abroad was when I, and my girlfriend, was in Spain for about 6 months and decided that it would be cheaper to transfer all the needed money there rather than to use cards all the time. This took about 30 minutes.
Enter bank office, we chose the first one we came across, explain to the man at the desk what we wanted. He took out papers, asked some questions like where we were living (we didn't have to prove it in any way), what our passport numbers were and what our names were. We signed the papers and left with a functioning bank account.
This is just stupid and I can see no reason for a bank to make it that hard to give them your money...
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Date: 2008-04-24 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-24 05:05 pm (UTC)The lengths you have to go to here to get a bank account are ridiculous.
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Date: 2008-04-24 06:58 pm (UTC)Have you tried the Co-Op? Or goat sacrifice?
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Date: 2008-04-24 07:51 pm (UTC)First it started with "know your customer".
Then we had the first wave of money laundering laws.
Then we had the terrorism act.
Then we had the second wave of money laundering laws.
Then we had the revisions to the Banking Code.
As well as the two revisions to the DPA of course.
Oh yes, and now there's new restrictions being investigated regards the storage, retrieval and transportation of sensitive information.
On their own they all make sense. The hell comes when you put them all together, and the policies that support them grow organically as each new act is introduced.
What you're left with is a situation where non-citizen UK residents are in a frickin' mess. Funnily enough, *unless* they're a student.
The ability to walk in with someone who's a current account holder went out with one of the money laundering laws if I remember correctly (pol may be able to clarify). You now need independent, verifiable ID (which gets interesting if you don't drive or hold a passport).
Goat and/or chicken sacrifice is still a tried and tested method with an average 15% success rate (lunar cycle dependant).
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Date: 2008-04-24 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-24 09:33 pm (UTC)I've watched a German gentleman who started in my office just after me trying to get himself set up, while he was staying in short-term rented accomodation... couldn't open a bank account, couldn't get an NI number due to lack of any proof of address, couldn't get PAID by work (in the end work have just sent him cheques, but guess what, without a bank account to pay them into...)
I don't know what to suggest. Back in my uni days NatWest had a reputation for being more useful than most about this, but it sounds like this is no longer the case.
Oh, yes, the banks will only have the public electrol roll - the point about the private one is that it is ONLY for electerol purposes (yay, some privacy / data management that sort of works).
@Arwen: it's not the fraud that you can commit with an account in your name that they're worried about, it's the fraud that you can commit with an account in somebody *else*'s name - which is why they're paranoid about your identity.
Also because UK law is, IIRC, such that if a bank account is used for money laundering and they haven't taken "adequate measures" to protect against this (primarily by being sure of id), the bank is liable to prosecution. I think.