Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

My shiny new bank card turned up and I am reconnected to my money – or at least that portion of the bank’s money they are willing to let me play with when my own runs out! This meant that I was able to wander across to Waitrose and brandish it at the cashier yesterday with all due ceremony. I can’t tell you what a relief it is for me to reconnect with the international credit crisis like this; I was beginning to quite feel left out.

Access to my account is similar in an entirely unobvious way, to a pirate digging up his buried treasure chest and showering ducats around on the sand. This rather contrived segue is my way of reminding you that today is International Talk Like a Pirate Day

Aharr…