Peony tells me that I shout more abuse at consumer affairs shows on the telly than at any other type of programme.
While this is rich from her, I can’t really deny it. It’s not just that I’m heartless – I understand that these people have legitimate whinges – but why go so public? I mean, I’ve been duped dozens of times and I’d rather just hide my shame and pretend it never happened.
Only the other day I handed over £27 – all I had in my purse – to a man with a very strong accent who said he desperately needed to get back to his sick mother in Poland and didn’t have a penny to his name.
He promptly got into a 4×4 parked nearby and drove off – which was the point at which I reflected that his accent had been more Criccieth than Krakow.
The last thing I want to do is shout about it.
Here’s a story about people ringing you up and trying to get money out of you. It’s the latest in the Tapped series of overheard phone calls and I can’t really say anything without giving the plot away so I urge you to give it a listen.