To spend it on the things you want, number one on the list is a holiday with all your friends . . . to Space . . . okay, okay to Spain, spoilsport.
Dealing with lawyers and paperwork seems like a lot of hard work, and you’ve forgotten where you’ve written your bank details down again, you’ll probably sort it out next week, or the week after that.
It begins with ‘C’ and ends in ‘asino’.
To top up your already quite healthy ISA, saving for the future – that’s your motto, YOLO.
Buy a £5 scratchcard, win £50, you’ve got to speculate to accumulate.
You didn’t dare check your bank balance on Monday morning so blissfully unaware you eat lunch out, buy a Marks and Sparks dinner on your way to the tube, go to top up your oyster, DENIED. It’s a long walk home to South East London.
Go to the pub, promise yourself you’ll only spend a tenner and then scrimp through the rest of the week, get tempted by a nice glass of pinot noir, and then another, and another. Call your parents for a bridging loan on Tuesday.
Never in your life have you been down to your last twenty quid, it's called budgeting yeah.
Always. You sure know how to enjoy yourself, and don’t always keep tabs of exactly how much money you’ve spent living the high life.
Never. You use a credit card solely for loyalty points and buyer’s insurance. You wouldn’t dream of having a credit card unless you could pay it off at the end of the month.
Never. You don’t look at your credit card bills. Or any bills. Numbers are terrifying.
Sometimes. It depends whether it’s been a good month or a bad month investment-wise. But even in a bad month, you don’t worry too much – this time next year [Rodney] you’ll be a millionaire.
The glass is half empty.
The glass [will be] half full.
You don’t think about your financial future for fear you can’t afford a glass.
You prefer to think about it as a bottle. Of Bollinger