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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i am currently at the centre of an abyss of debt. my mistake was attempting to develop a mobile phone with an inbuilt feature that would be useful in everyday life.
with heavy investment and loans riding on good results, my mobile-phone-that-is-also-a-jetpack prototype was doing great in early R&D tests.
tragedy was to befall though, as deciding to do some extra work on it at home, i took it out of the lab and headed for the train station.
crowding in onto the train i should have been more responsible with the knowledge of the power i held within my trousers. within minutes of the trains departure, crossing the bridge, it happened. an old lady inadvertedly joggled against me. "you look pleased to see me-" i looked down at my trousers as they began to glow, and immediately snatched at my pocket in hope of stopping the coutdown sequence. i failed
-history doesn't well record the 'nearly's' or the 'could have beens', but never has such a loss to humanity come down to such a simple error as forgetting to lock the keypad of a mobile phone.-
suffice to say, the mob-pack burst through my trousers, smashed through the train window and swooshed off unguided into the night sky, jackanapesing zaggedly before landing squarely in the middle of the murky thames.
the shock hit me at once, and hard. i stood looking out the broken window, surrounded by passengers ghast-flabbered, my ripped'n'cindered trousers around my ankles.
i did not try to hide the accident from my creditors, hoping the promising early results would spur them on to further funding. alas, in the face of my foolishness, they lost all faith in my project,retained all funds and deleted my lab access.
it is heartbreaking when you see all your hopes and dreams literally fly off away from you, but in hindsight i now consider i was lucky no one was hurt on the train.
all i have left now are some of the early mock up images i used in the beginning to sell my idea to investors, i may perhaps share them with you, if i fail to sell them on ebay.
rip mobile-phone-that-was-also-a-jetpack
( , Tue 28 Nov 2006, 0:54, Reply)
i am currently at the centre of an abyss of debt. my mistake was attempting to develop a mobile phone with an inbuilt feature that would be useful in everyday life.
with heavy investment and loans riding on good results, my mobile-phone-that-is-also-a-jetpack prototype was doing great in early R&D tests.
tragedy was to befall though, as deciding to do some extra work on it at home, i took it out of the lab and headed for the train station.
crowding in onto the train i should have been more responsible with the knowledge of the power i held within my trousers. within minutes of the trains departure, crossing the bridge, it happened. an old lady inadvertedly joggled against me. "you look pleased to see me-" i looked down at my trousers as they began to glow, and immediately snatched at my pocket in hope of stopping the coutdown sequence. i failed
-history doesn't well record the 'nearly's' or the 'could have beens', but never has such a loss to humanity come down to such a simple error as forgetting to lock the keypad of a mobile phone.-
suffice to say, the mob-pack burst through my trousers, smashed through the train window and swooshed off unguided into the night sky, jackanapesing zaggedly before landing squarely in the middle of the murky thames.
the shock hit me at once, and hard. i stood looking out the broken window, surrounded by passengers ghast-flabbered, my ripped'n'cindered trousers around my ankles.
i did not try to hide the accident from my creditors, hoping the promising early results would spur them on to further funding. alas, in the face of my foolishness, they lost all faith in my project,retained all funds and deleted my lab access.
it is heartbreaking when you see all your hopes and dreams literally fly off away from you, but in hindsight i now consider i was lucky no one was hurt on the train.
all i have left now are some of the early mock up images i used in the beginning to sell my idea to investors, i may perhaps share them with you, if i fail to sell them on ebay.
rip mobile-phone-that-was-also-a-jetpack
( , Tue 28 Nov 2006, 0:54, Reply)
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