Buying freedom and champagne.
Lost my Mum last year, as often happens with people in their late 70s. I'd rather have her than what she left behind, but it came in handy.

On Friday the 13th, my bank sent me my balance by text. Normally this would read some improbable negative figure. This time, it read something else.

There were 5 figures. The first one was 6. I went into town, to the proprietors of my debts: mortgage, car loan and credit card. (I did try doing over it t'interweb, but this produced big red screens and phone calls from my bank). After much buggering about I possessed 3 pieces of paper, all with zero balances.

On the way to the bus station I bought a paper and 2 magnums of champagne. That evening me and MrsScars made ourselves proper poorly in Mum's memory.

Length? £50K before lunch
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Fri 22 May 2009, 12:06, 2 replies)

This is brilliant
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( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Fri 22 May 2009, 12:43, closed)

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Good for you! I hate debts.

Don't tell the tax people.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Fri 22 May 2009, 14:00, closed)