Every house has its story. What's yours?

Wasn't there an Access credit card?  Sure there was - your flexible friend.  It had a stupid little face an it and made a kind of Rolf Harris noise.  It makes me feel old.  I don't have a TV, see, and I don't read a news paper and when Radio3 interrupts my enjoyment to titivate me with with a nice suburban baby-strangling or the latest in the USA reign-of-terror I switch it off if I can.  So I'm a bit out of touch.  I have a credit card, but I haven't been able to use it since some scro-bag in Halifax helped himself to its details and I had to cancel it an    » read more »