contactless.. and less contact. please

i feel like this blog is going to end up painting me out to be a right cheapskate.. but there it is. but i think we’re all guilty of it. living..surviving, scrimping, scraping from one payday to the next. living like a queen for a week and then counting your coppers for the next 3. and while this isn’t the worst thing in the world.. i mean, i do ‘okay’. despite sometimes having to choose between cigs, wine and oh yeah.. dinner.. i’m not quite in dire straits.

but this is where my issue lies. who, may i ask, invented ‘contactless’.
you know that little symbol on your bank card.. looks a bit like a wifi signal, a simple tap on the card machine and voilà.. all your worries are paid for. but not just yet.
contactless payments take around 3-4 days to come out of your account.. so you’re kinda living on borrowed time.. or money so to speak. this can make your bank balance appear a lot healthier than it really is.. like sticking a really good snapchat filter on the bastard. then you wake up one morning..check your account and YEAH BYE MONEY. it all drops out off the face of the earth..and you’re left thinking..

“£3.84 in the co op..? when the fuu.. ohhhhh yeah” 
i have those moments x about 5.

i’ve been saying this for longer than i care to remember, but.. I. MUST. STOP. USING. CONTACTLESS.

no ifs. not buts.  its quick and easy and allows you to buy that little sumthin’ sumthin’ when you know you may not quite have the funds really.. but i’m convinced its the work of the devil. who might actually be an alright bloke.. but i wouldn’t trust him with my bank card.. and that’s effectively what i’m doing.

so.. while i sit patiently* waiting for a blessed tax rebate to enter my suffering bank account.. i’m going to seriously look into getting a contactless-less card. the less contact(less) the better.

(*rihanna – ‘bitch better have my money’ plays*)