By Chris Cannam

He found himself a decent flat, a warehouse conversion by the canal east of the City. New development, eager
developers, and a good mortgage deal lined up and ready: a hundred and fifty thou, five percent deposit, five
percent cashback. He filled in the forms, signed the papers, got the money in his bank account.
Then he went and blew it all on sweets.
Two hundred packets of candy cigarettes, three million chewy cola bottles, one million Mojos, fifty thousand
Wham! bars, two and a half million sherbet flying saucers, nine hundred thousand fruit salad chews, eighteen
thousand fizz-bombs and a packet of love hearts.