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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When I was a student...
... The fascists at Nat-bastard-West offered me as much cash as I wanted. Then I flunked and they wanted it all back, about three grand of it. This was back in the late 80s before student loans and the like. They were fairly okay to let me pay it back when I had job but as soon as I got a job I moved house and found other things to spend the money on.
Cue a few years later, perhaps a couple of months before they officially had to write the debt off, and I gets a phone call from a Scottish woman.
Bird: Are you Mr Ghostlight?
Me: Erm, maybe? Why, who's asking?
Bird: This is the Royal Mail, we have some undelivered post. Can you confirm that your old address is xxx?
Me (thinking I was getting a present delivered in the post): Yes, it is!
Bird: And your current address is xxx?
Me (wanting present): Yes!
Bird: Thank you (snigger), we'll get it out to you shortly.
A few days later, same Scottish woman rings up: "Hello, this is Equifax. You owe NatWest three and a half grand!"
Arses, rumbled.
I paid it all back though, even though they did want £150 a month out of my then pittance of a salary.
I have credit cards and a loan now but I don't owe five figure sums so not as screwed as some people.
Do not, under any circumstances, trust NatWest; they are nazi fascist bastards. I won't even use their cash points to take money out...
( , Fri 24 Nov 2006, 20:22, Reply)
... The fascists at Nat-bastard-West offered me as much cash as I wanted. Then I flunked and they wanted it all back, about three grand of it. This was back in the late 80s before student loans and the like. They were fairly okay to let me pay it back when I had job but as soon as I got a job I moved house and found other things to spend the money on.
Cue a few years later, perhaps a couple of months before they officially had to write the debt off, and I gets a phone call from a Scottish woman.
Bird: Are you Mr Ghostlight?
Me: Erm, maybe? Why, who's asking?
Bird: This is the Royal Mail, we have some undelivered post. Can you confirm that your old address is xxx?
Me (thinking I was getting a present delivered in the post): Yes, it is!
Bird: And your current address is xxx?
Me (wanting present): Yes!
Bird: Thank you (snigger), we'll get it out to you shortly.
A few days later, same Scottish woman rings up: "Hello, this is Equifax. You owe NatWest three and a half grand!"
Arses, rumbled.
I paid it all back though, even though they did want £150 a month out of my then pittance of a salary.
I have credit cards and a loan now but I don't owe five figure sums so not as screwed as some people.
Do not, under any circumstances, trust NatWest; they are nazi fascist bastards. I won't even use their cash points to take money out...
( , Fri 24 Nov 2006, 20:22, Reply)
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