When I was a wee lad in Preston money was more often rather short because my old man prefered life in the pub rather than at home and the landlord took most of the family budget. We learned to shortcut many things, for fcuks sake can you believe we had a clock that we used to put money in!!! That got illegally entered quite often to put money into the slot at the back of the telly, talk about robbing Peter to pay Paul. Another cunning trick we discovered was that if you took the top off an Asprin bottle and beat the fecker flat with a hammer it slipped nicely into the electric meter - mum used to die with embarrament when the meter man came to empty it. Friday nights were fun when the milkman came round for his dosh and we were all hid behind the sofa. Funny enough I'm not embarrassed by it any more and I loved my old man despite his snags, he once took me fishing bless him and fell in the river pissed.