Man, and people think quicksand is tricky.
2003-01-07 at 8:14 a.m.

 

Gloooopp.

Want to know what that was? That was the sound of yours truly disappearing into a quagmire of debt. It actually does sound like that.

Is there anything more humiliating than begging a bank to extend your overdraft. 'Please put me in more debt, because I can't handle Christmas, please.' Actually, you know what? There is.

At least in the good old, bad old days when I used to talk to my bank I spoke to my very well-spoken bank manager or his very well-spoken deputy. She was actually pretty nice. These days I phone a generic number and they won't let me talk to my branch anymore. D'you know how impersonal that is? Couple that with the thought that the person I just begged to give me £200 was clearly (and I sensed this even over the phone) a horrid, spotty, badly-spoken, 'wicked-innit', 18 year old. Meh. Triple meh.

I am reduced to begging unprepossessing 18 year olds working for faceless corporates for money to buy my fiance a birthday present.

Yep. I feel as though I've sunk pretty low.

Still. At least I can afford to buy Mr Me a present now......... if only I had a clue what to get him.