Debt pron
Watching TV the other day we caught one of these "Bank of Mummy or the Wife" type shows and we thought, "This is Debt Pron." I.e. peoples financial problems exploited for the voyeuristic pleasure of others. Then we thought, "We bet lots of people on B3ta have massive financial problems. Let's exploit them." So, confess them all. Dodgy credit cards, lending money to some bloke in the pub, visits from the bailiffs, using one card to pay off another. We want to wallow in your fiscal pain. So, what is your biggest money fuck up?
( , Thu 23 Nov 2006, 19:50)
Watching TV the other day we caught one of these "Bank of Mummy or the Wife" type shows and we thought, "This is Debt Pron." I.e. peoples financial problems exploited for the voyeuristic pleasure of others. Then we thought, "We bet lots of people on B3ta have massive financial problems. Let's exploit them." So, confess them all. Dodgy credit cards, lending money to some bloke in the pub, visits from the bailiffs, using one card to pay off another. We want to wallow in your fiscal pain. So, what is your biggest money fuck up?
( , Thu 23 Nov 2006, 19:50)
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My Mum
Picture the scene: It's the mid 1980's, a Sheffield Council estate, two young boys and their mum are hiding under a table in the front room, and there's two burly men banging on the door.
Me: "Why are we hiding, Mum?"
Mum (whispering): "Ssssh"
Me: "Who's that at the door, Mum?"
Mum: "Ssssh, keep it quiet"
Me: "Why aren't you opening the door?"
Mum: "Because they're Jehovah's Witnesses, and if I open the door they won't go away".
Yes, my mum told me for a good few years that big troglodytes almost busting through the door weren't actually baliffs trying to repossess the TV and the Stereo. Nope, they were Jehovah's Witnesses trying to preach the Good News of the Lord Himself.
Either I was a bit dim as a kid for believing that, or my mum is a very clever woman.
Either way, those Saturday afternoon hide-and-seek sessions were always entertaining.
Oh and yes, I do have an innate fear of Jehovah's Witnesses as a result. Even the doddering old ladies.
( , Thu 23 Nov 2006, 21:21, Reply)
Picture the scene: It's the mid 1980's, a Sheffield Council estate, two young boys and their mum are hiding under a table in the front room, and there's two burly men banging on the door.
Me: "Why are we hiding, Mum?"
Mum (whispering): "Ssssh"
Me: "Who's that at the door, Mum?"
Mum: "Ssssh, keep it quiet"
Me: "Why aren't you opening the door?"
Mum: "Because they're Jehovah's Witnesses, and if I open the door they won't go away".
Yes, my mum told me for a good few years that big troglodytes almost busting through the door weren't actually baliffs trying to repossess the TV and the Stereo. Nope, they were Jehovah's Witnesses trying to preach the Good News of the Lord Himself.
Either I was a bit dim as a kid for believing that, or my mum is a very clever woman.
Either way, those Saturday afternoon hide-and-seek sessions were always entertaining.
Oh and yes, I do have an innate fear of Jehovah's Witnesses as a result. Even the doddering old ladies.
( , Thu 23 Nov 2006, 21:21, Reply)
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