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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Free money
A little bit off the topic but it does involve a bank and money.
I was walking down Kilburn High Street on my way to work one morning when I heard a beeping noise. I turned to my left and saw that there was some money sticking out of the ATM. I quickly took the money out of the machine and looking both ways to check there was no one about to come and claim it, stuck it in my pocket and hurried off. I didn't count it (I was waiting until I was in the safety of my office) but I remembered that my mate had told me a few montrhs earlier that he had found 50 quid in the same machine. 50 quid thinks I, that'll be a new pair of trainers that I'd been eyeing up the day before. Imagine my surprise then on discovering that I was now the proud owner of 5 crisp 20 pound* notes.
I like to think that I stitched the bank up but there's a small part of me that wonders if it might have belonged to a pensioner struggling to get by on a tight state pension. Fuck it - at least I got absolutley hammered that night.
* there's no pound sign on Aussie keyboards which is where I write this from.
PS It was a nationwide if anyone fancies chancing their arm.
( , Mon 27 Nov 2006, 3:53, Reply)
A little bit off the topic but it does involve a bank and money.
I was walking down Kilburn High Street on my way to work one morning when I heard a beeping noise. I turned to my left and saw that there was some money sticking out of the ATM. I quickly took the money out of the machine and looking both ways to check there was no one about to come and claim it, stuck it in my pocket and hurried off. I didn't count it (I was waiting until I was in the safety of my office) but I remembered that my mate had told me a few montrhs earlier that he had found 50 quid in the same machine. 50 quid thinks I, that'll be a new pair of trainers that I'd been eyeing up the day before. Imagine my surprise then on discovering that I was now the proud owner of 5 crisp 20 pound* notes.
I like to think that I stitched the bank up but there's a small part of me that wonders if it might have belonged to a pensioner struggling to get by on a tight state pension. Fuck it - at least I got absolutley hammered that night.
* there's no pound sign on Aussie keyboards which is where I write this from.
PS It was a nationwide if anyone fancies chancing their arm.
( , Mon 27 Nov 2006, 3:53, Reply)
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