As a child I could never save my pocket money - I was always being told that 'money burned a hole in my pocket'. Back in the swinging sixties I remember one very hot summer when my pocket money was rationed to just 'thruppence' a day. That's the pre-decimilasation equivalent of just over 1p. But, believe it or not, back then that would buy you a standard fruit-flavoured iced-lolly on a stick. Basically a frozen artificially flavoured acid and sugar solution guaranteed to keep the school dentist in business. But on a hot day, lovely.
But... what I really wanted a 'Zoom' iced-lolly. This was a THREE-flavoured rocket-shaped concoction inspired by the science fiction tv shows that were all the rage at the time. The problem was, a Zoom cost sixpence - two days' pocket money!
Could I save up for a whole day so I could afford one? No, of course I couldn't.
Could I convince my grand-mother - the holder of the magic purse strings to advance me two day's pocket money? No, of course I couldn't.
Did I get my Zoom? No, of course I didn't.
Am I bitter and twisted as a result of being taught fiscal control at such a tender age? You bet I am!