For some reason our neighborhood seems to be a magnet for people selling cable TV subscriptions, garden paving slabs, all kinds of home improvement work, and insulation. And, of course, a hundred different charities soliciting donations, it seems. I always get suckered into answering the door but I can usually get them to go away pretty quickly. Once in a while I have a nice chat (usually with the university students who are working for charities), because my accent makes them curious about why I am here, but mostly they are just annoying.
The TV people can never understand why I'm not interested in a super fabulous all-you-can-eat reality TV and sports package, though. I must be a freak!