Times' is hard, whimpers the media. The masses are struggling.
And yes they are, lots of people are poor. Not dirt poor like Okies in a duststorm, or starving like Ukrainian peasants during Stalin's famine, but there sure are a lot of belts being tightened.
Of course, some of us have always been skint. I never really recovered from the 1980's, to be honest. The early 90's were no picnic, and everything got a bit wobbly when the dot.com bubble crashed as well, when was that again?
This one's been going on for a while, mind, and its not getting any easier.
Fortunately, as I've always been skint I have developed a very particular set of skills.
Skills that involve hanging round the reduced to clear fridge at supermarkets, and blagging the best bargains.
Creating a meal for less than a quid is something that satisfies my soul.
It's about avoiding the sharp pointed umbrellas of the more feral pensioner, and accepting your lot when those chicken breasts at £1.12 are snatched just as your fingers are about to seize polystyrene trayed victory. Making sure you always keep a space in the freezer for that unmissable bargain.
So here it is. Reduced To Clear Bingo.
Seeing out the latest hard times with a full stomach using the money you find down the back of the sofa.
To Battle!
And yes they are, lots of people are poor. Not dirt poor like Okies in a duststorm, or starving like Ukrainian peasants during Stalin's famine, but there sure are a lot of belts being tightened.
Of course, some of us have always been skint. I never really recovered from the 1980's, to be honest. The early 90's were no picnic, and everything got a bit wobbly when the dot.com bubble crashed as well, when was that again?
This one's been going on for a while, mind, and its not getting any easier.
Fortunately, as I've always been skint I have developed a very particular set of skills.
Skills that involve hanging round the reduced to clear fridge at supermarkets, and blagging the best bargains.
Creating a meal for less than a quid is something that satisfies my soul.
It's about avoiding the sharp pointed umbrellas of the more feral pensioner, and accepting your lot when those chicken breasts at £1.12 are snatched just as your fingers are about to seize polystyrene trayed victory. Making sure you always keep a space in the freezer for that unmissable bargain.
So here it is. Reduced To Clear Bingo.
Seeing out the latest hard times with a full stomach using the money you find down the back of the sofa.
To Battle!
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