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As long as it's in my back yard

I can't totally agree with defunct beat combo Blur's allegation that 'Modern life is rubbish'. It's just a bit plasticky and garish ... but nice and comfortable - like a pair of cheap trainers in fact. And there's really not a great deal you can do about it, so you may as well try and enjoy it.

For instance, how many millions of column (and web-page) inches have been filled with laments over the state of modern-day professional football in the last ten years?

The Premiership and national game in particular come in for all sorts of familiar flak: millionaire players behaving yobbishly on and off the pitch; ticket prices soaring while fans are milked for profit and taken for granted; lack of atmosphere at matches; fixture lists and kick-off times messed around by Sky; bloated European league devaluing domestic titles; foreign takeovers chipping away at clubs' local roots and turning clubs into 'entertainment organisations'.

It's an apocalyptic picture that appeals particularly to those of the flat-cap nostalgia tendency - and indeed although I was born after the era of outsized headwear (but during that of bare-handed goalies), I'm often guilty of this sentiment too. There is after all some substance in each of the allegations listed above.

But it's a complicated story. The busy Southampton supporters' internet forum has been especially lively this morning, after our sister paper the Evening Standard alleged that Microsoft billionaire Paul Allen is thinking of sticking in a bid for Southampton football club. The mood at least among those Saints fans is 85% positive: of course it is, it means money for players and the prospect of fresh success for a club with perhaps more glory in its recent history than in recent seasons.

Just as it was for me and Blackburn Rovers in the late 1980s and early 90s when Jack Walker began to pour money in. We weren't quite the Chelsea of our day - we had two things going for us: finding a local tycoon and lifelong Blackburn fan to bankroll us, and offering a hope of stopping Manchester Utd winning the league. For a season anyway - but what a season.

It seems strange to recall now though - when a club seems to be snapped up by a millionaire every other day - that Rovers' ascent to glory was far from popular: we were buying success, pushing up transfer fees to ridiculous levels ... but how many of those critics would have turned down their own Jack Walker?

This paradox is expressed on the Saints forum today: there's a feeling of 'I don't like foreign tycoons taking over English clubs in general but I'd love it if this did happen to us'. It's a case of if you can't beat 'em ...

And who knows, maybe the commercialisation and commodification and sanitisation of top-level football is simply the inevitable if unfortunate corollary of its emergence from the dark days of the 1970s and 80s? There's lots of things about football in the 1980s that I miss very much, but something obviously had to change. And what we have now is perhaps the only answer?

- Adrian Lowery, News Editor, This is Money

I survived the Rorke's Drift of Euston

When I consider having a rant about rail travel in Britain, I feel like a hackneyed bore. I mean, it's a little like a beauty queen emphasising that she'd like to see world peace.

It's a case of, 'Yes well, you and me both mucker, but it's a bit too much of a mess for anyone to sort out isn't it really. So we may as well just plug on and hope that people are inconvenienced in the least horrendous fashion possible. Even if that is by death occasionally - or rather more frequently in the case of war.'

But it shouldn't be like that, should it really? We shouldn't tolerate something so inimical to a happy and peaceful life because 'that's just the way things are, and have been for some time'.

On Friday I got to Euston at 18.15 in order to board the 18.39 to Manchester Piccadilly. I should add at this point that I had wanted to travel on an earlier train. But 3pm to 6pm on a Friday Virgin counts as 'peak time', for which the standard pay-on-the-day saver return is not available and those wishing to indulge in this exotic privilege - turning up at a railway station to buy a ticket and board a train for a 200-mile mainline journey - must fork out about £250.

So I'm aiming to get the first Back In The Real World Train. The 'fast-service' ticket machines each have snaking queues of scores in front; and the queue at the ticket office is at least half an hour I'm told. It seems other people don't want to pay £250 too. Funny that.

I jog over to the Virgin chaps on the concourse: 'Can I buy a ticket on the train?' 'You can sir but not a saver return: it will have to be a [Name Plucked Out of Business Analyst's Backside] ticket which will cost [insert fantasyland multiple of £100 ( - I'd switched off at this point)]'

I jog back to the ticket office and the Virgin chap in there trying to keep the peace advises me with disarming frankness to plead with the front of the queue to jump in ('try and pick a girl, mate [*wink*]!'). This I now do and with a little dent in my dignity hand over nearly £60 (you are really spoiling us here Virgin Trains with your 'Saver'), and jog over to the platform with about 10 minutes to departure.

There's a queue extending from the top of the entry ramp down to the platfrom gate, where there's a platoon of red jackets under siege from waves of irate travellers waving pre-booked tickets - much like Michael Caine and friends at Rorke's Drift.

I'll spare you a blow-by-blow account. But: 1. The train was closed to any ticketholder without a seat reservation.

2. This included not only thoughtless types like me who had bought on the day, but also those who had booked onto that specific train .... but who hadn't been given a seat. Fancy that, eh? You make an advance booking online or over the phone for a specific train (which you cannot change or cancel without losing your money, and which is not valid for any other train) and you lazily assume you've actually been given a seat-number!? How foolish and complacent!?

2. People were a bit miffed.

3. We were told to wait for the next train which would be departing from the next platform in 30 mins.

4. New chaos ensued as the hundreds waiting had to either turn tail up the ramp and back down the next one, or, in the case of those who'd been at the front of the queue - and who feared suddenly being at the back of the queue and not getting aboard this train either -  an undignified playground scramble over the partion barrier.

5. The fittest, strongest, most determined and fearless of those on ramp 7 that day - us garlanded few - boarded the 19.30 to Manchester Piccadilly.

And before some bright spark peeps up that I should have booked a cheap ticket in advance: I went on the Virgin website almost every day for weeks. For this is what you must do in the lottery of advance ticket issuing. Have they come out and all been sold? Or have they not been issued yet? The few truly cheap tickets now get snapped up within hours of issue thanks to the average traveller's growing internet savvy.

There is nothing - absolutely nothing - that any Virgin executive can say to excuse this state of affairs. So why do we put up with it, why are increasing numbers travelling by train?

1. It's a monopoly.

2. The roads are so bad.

3. Flying from London to St Albans isn't possible. Yet.

4. We've been inured to this treatment: air travel is just as sordid and undignified and chaotic, and we do that so much now that we've forgotten that train travel used to be (and still should be) an easier, cheaper, more enjoyable and even romantic experience.

But that would be too much to ask wouldn't it.

- Adrian Lowery, News editor, This is Money

Our gracious ambassadors

I'm finding it increasingly hard to take any pride in being English (which is sort of a silly notion anyway - we're all accidents of birth). I went to see Liverpool play Barcelona in the European Champions' League on Wednesday, and if I was the mayor of that city, I’d ban any English football team from bringing their fans to another match there.

No, you might not have seen any headlines reporting incidents of violence or trouble – and that’s probably because these were few or minor (relatively speaking – relative that is to the street warfare of the 1980s). What you could, and perhaps should, have read is 'ENGLISH VISITORS USE CITY AS TOILET' or 'ENGLISH DO BEST TO ELIMINATE BEAUTY FROM THE WORLD'.

I'd like to trot out the old cliché that it's a minority of our football fans that behave badly abroad – and literally, it might still be true, because 48% is after all a minority.

The Plaza Reial in the middle of Barcelona's old town was by 5pm on Wednesday a seething mass of urine-fragranced, beer-soaked ugliness. I've seen this every time I've had the misfortune to be in a foreign city at the same time as our nation's finest: 'take over' the main squares (like an occupying army), put your flags up (to signify your 'victory'), drink to oblivion (insulting and intimidating the local populace in the process, by for instance urinating openly against every available surface), and strike a variety of confrontational postures (with accompanying songs - in the loosest sense of the word).

Whether or not all this is aimed at provoking local police into a reaction, what is absolutely fantastic is that the 'fans' come over all surprised and hard-done-by when it does. The foreign police are singling out English fans for special treatment because of their reputation! When really all along they were just in 'high spirits' and indulging in 'friendly banter'! If it wasn’t tragic it would be hilarious.

And yet they might feel justified in believing that what they do has attained the status of acceptability. Because with massive patience and tolerance host cities' authorities and locals have learned not to react or provoke – like campers waiting in their tents while the hungry bear that's wandered into camp noses through the rubbish.

So the hordes are left to play out their pathetic rituals again in the hope that they’ll finally lumber off to the match without causing too much damage - except to their own country's reputation.

- Adrian Lowery, News editor, This is Money

If you can't stand the cold, get a sweater

In shops, in pubs, in offices, in houses, it seems thermostats are set at levels normally associated with Turkish steam rooms. Well I'm getting overheated about overheating.

I realise there are people who feel it necessary to heat their homes to fainting-point in the winter while wandering around in shorts and t-shirts, and they are probably quite happy with this thermal extravagance.

But they should grow up.

First, there is a basic ethical objection to waste: in a world of scarcity no one has any business using up unnecessary resources. It is selfish and ... well, wasteful. As well as stupid (everybody's wearing five layers for pity's sake, they don't need it to be 26 degrees indoors).

Second, you can add to that an environmental objection, which is pretty self-evident.

Third, there's the financial consideration: why waste money on blasting superfluous heat around buildings? But I suppose that's individuals' and companies' prerogative - to waste their money how they like. According to my moral compass it's out of line, but not necessarily to someone else's.

Fourth, it's unpleasant (subjective, I admit) and it's unhealthy (objective truth).

Fifth, if the experience of Christmas shopping becomes any more appalling someone will surely crack and end up in the newspaper headlines. Me perhaps.

And on that note, seasonal cheer to you all!

Adrian Lowery, This is Money

Don't play the innocent

Think about it. Be honest with yourself. Does it really come of any surprise to you that the big supermarkets and discount clothing stores are relying on Asian sweatshop labour?

How else do they produce shirts for £5 for pity’s sake? Suits for £30? We all know it, we just don’t want to admit it to ourselves.

And you can guarantee that this is just the tip of the iceberg; you can guarantee that most of the clothes that you wear with a 'Made in Vietnam' or 'Made in China' label inside will have been made in conditions which you would find appalling.

We cannot shrink from the fact: Western nations' standard of living is based in no small part on what can only be descibed as a rapacious economic imperialism which forces millions around the world into indentured graft on poverty wages. Labour which is in all but name forced.

Having recently spent six months poking around the remoter corners of the Indian sub-continent, I can assure any doubters that only a small minority of that enchanting regions' inhabitants are benefitting in any meaningful way from the 'economic revolution' much-trumpeted by the likes of the Economist and the FT (and, yes our sister publication Financial Mail too).

And I can also assure you that the people who end up in these sweatshops have very little realistic choice in the matter: faced with a choice between baking cow dung into patties under the sun and selling them for fuel at the roadside in 40-degree heat - and sitting for 16 hours at a sewing machine in 35-degree heat … what would you do?

With the rise of Primark and of supermarket clothing (and not just them but the more fashionable High Street fashion chains), we have grown to expect clothes at knockdown prices. 'Disposable clothing' some call it. And I'm no exception. But as I've argued before in this blog, maybe we should start thinking of paying a little more, and buying a little less if necessary.

Then perhaps nobody else is paying for it too.

Adrian Lowery, This is Money

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Unfairpak

Just a quick note for those affected by - or interested in - the Farepak scandal.

For those who don't know, this was the Christmas hamper and voucher club that went bust last month, taking with it tens of millions of pounds in Xmas savings from more than 100,000 families - some of whom had given as much as £1,500 to the company and now have neither their goods nor their cash.

I personally find this a particularly cruel and unjust blow for hard-working and often low-income families who were just trying to do the right thing and scrimp and save so they could ensure themselves and their children a great Christmas. Accordingly, I've given the affair the highest profile on our website since the scandal broke on 16th October.

You can get all our coverage and advice at thisismoney.co.uk/farepak.

Anyhow, the latest development is the calls to bring HBOS (Halifax Bank of Scotland) to account for the seemingly abrupt withdrawal of financing which sank the firm - although this by no means absolves its directors and those of parent company European Home Retail of responsibility.

And also I've only just discovered unfairpak.co.uk - an excellent help site set up by one Suzy Hall who lost £1,000 to Farepak. There's lots of info on the homepage and then there's an incredibly busy and helpful forum area that seems to be attracting a huge community - it's very quick to register and join up.

Regards,

Adrian Lowery, News Editor, This is Money

Pushing the envelope

It is a familiar tactic: reduce the quality of a product or service to increase profit margins, rather than risk the more visible price-hike. A colleague of ours nextdoor at the Mail on Sunday wrote an intriguing piece in April on how this effectively means that over the years inflation has been artificially low.

My latest first-hand experience of this is with the DVD delivery service www.screenselect.co.uk. It is actually very good value – particularly if you want to catch up on a lot of films and TV programmes you wish you’d caught, or always thought you should see.

They charge a fixed monthly fee and send you DVDs through the post from your wishlist, which you maintin online. You watch a DVD, pop it in its prepaid 1^st class envelope and 3-4 days later the next one lands on your doormat. This one DVD option costs £10 a month (as it does with most of the rival services).

I pay £12.50 a month to have two DVDs on the go. One of the advantages of this is that they pass eachother in the post: while I’m watching one or sending it back, the other is on its way. If you watch-and-return immediately it means you can in theory receive a DVD every other day (or even two every three days) – but it’s more like one every three days in practice. But at the price, 10 DVDs a month is obviously excellent value.

However, Screen Select has just announced that they will no longer automatically provide an envelope with each DVD separately but would like them to be sent back together in one and they will also send out both at the same time. They claim on their website that this will not reduce the number of DVDs you get and that it is in response to customer feedback …

Now someone might have a different answer to this logic problem, but it seems to me that you must get fewer DVDs this way: one sits around waiting for you to watch the other. Admittedly, ScreenSelect are for the moment offering to provide extra envelopes on request, but it has the whiff of drift to me: and as I forked out a year’s subscription in advance for a discount I’d have to fight for a refund if I didn’t like it.

I’m not particularly fussed, because I’m still getting decent value from the service anyway – but it’s more a matter of principle: don’t entice me into paying for a year’s worth of your service in advance and then start changing the terms halfway in …

Adrian Lowery, This is Money

In vino veritas

A recent expose of supermarket wine rip-offs and our editor's subsequent blog brought a lively response from the This is Money readership. The satisfying thwop of a released cork is a sound not altogether foreign to our offices - so it's comforting to know that our punters are just as alive to the ethics of how this greatest of unprescribed medicines is sold.

But can I venture that some of the comments betrayed a - how can I put it - price-sensitive approach to wine-shopping. Now, I might get into trouble with the boss here, but wine is one of those things where the money-saving mantra doesn't easily apply. A fool and his money are soon parted, sure, but equally, er ... if you pay peanuts you get monkeys. And they taste awful.

A fascinating piece of market research that emerged in the bogus special-offer wine controversy is that £3.99 is a 'magic price' for shoppers, with industry research showing about 60% of New World wine in the UK is sold at, or below, this level. Now I'll stop short of claiming that British consumers are bringing the wine-con on themselves through parsimony. But I think perhaps it's time we re-evaluated what wine 'should' cost, or what we're prepared to pay.

We've started to realise that chickens shouldn't really cost £2.50 - and that the only way they can be sold at this price is via unacceptably intensive rearing methods and a concomitant decline in quality. We've started to realise that our demand for year-round access to cheap, blemish-free fruit and vegetables has led to mass production of tasteless, characterless high-yield varieties and spectacularly wasteful transportation.

I would argue in a similar vein that we shouldn't expect to get a decent bottle of wine for less than £5 - and that if you really like wine you should be prepared to pay more than that. And indeed there are, in my opinion, very few decent bottles of wine around for less than a fiver - whereas there are hundreds for seven or eight quid.

If we insist on £4 bottles of wine we'll end up with nothing but a few large mass-distributors filling the shelves with bland, obvious new world fruit juices with all the structure and complexity of Sunny Delight. Which to a great extent has happened already.

I can sincerely recommend Matthew Jukes' Wine List as an excellent buying guide for the average punter with minimal knowledge of wine like yours truly. And if you have a Waitrose or an independent merchant nearby then do give it a try rather than remain in the grip of the Asda-Tesco-Sainsbury oligopoly.

Our website is indeed about saving money and spending less - but not necessarily to the detriment of the pleasure principle. If we can spend a little less on the stuff that doesn't provide pleasure in and of itself, then maybe we can spend a little more on the stuff that does?

- Adrian Lowery, This is Money

Irene, British Gas, me and ITV

Yesterday I went to talk to an elderly lady called Irene who lives on a south London housing estate, as part of an ITV News feature on rising energy prices - which was of course sparked by the latest British Gas price-hikes.

She had been put on a pre-pay card some time ago, although she didn't seem to understand why, as previously she'd paid bills. Pre-pay runs on the same tariff as paying quarterly, which is the most expensive, with the added disadvantage that Irene finds it hard to keep a record of what she pays.

She 'could' save about 12% by switching to paying by direct debit - although if she had problems paying bills in the past, British Gas might not agree. And she 'could' save even more by switching to a cheaper supplier - if she had the means of finding out what the cheapest option would be and how to do it.

While journalists and experts like to go on about how easy it is to 'switch and save', not everyone finds it so. This is where the wonderful world of competition and choice breaks down: everyone isn't equally informed or equally able to take advantage of it.

So, is it worth Irene grasping the nettle and maybe getting a relative to help her through the process of switching? Is it worth it for any of us if the company we switch to is just going announce a price-rise in a few weeks’ time?

You can read my answer this question here.

Extracting the michael

I wandered out of the dentist’s yesterday feeling a little like I’d been mugged. And a lot like the system of charging for dental care, together with the blurring of NHS and private provision, are putting us in an inexcusably vulnerable position.

At the end of my tether (and my supply of ibuprofen) with a troublesome wisdom tooth, I had resisted the compelling urge to go to work, and spent the morning calling any NHS dentist within a couple of miles of my home in south-west London. I found one who could see me in the afternoon.

As far as I was concerned the Yellow Pages advert said ‘NHS patients welcome’. The receptionist did warn me that I would be charged for an ‘emergency consultation’ – but I know that you have to pay for NHS dental care now, so I didn’t give it a second thought. I just wanted the bloody tooth whipping out.

It turned out there was too much infection to extract there and then; that I needed to take antiobiotics and return next week, when he would also do some 'deep cleaning'; and that several of my teenage-era amalgam fillings need replacing – with the 'recommended' white fillings.

Back down at reception, I’m billed £35 for the consultation and £15 for three x-rays – not too bad I thought. And indeed it probably isn’t compared to most private rates – but I was being seen privately without having been told. Because I had not been registered and had requested a same-day appointment, I could not be treated as an NHS patient.

Now, according to a new NHS three-tier pricing list, £15.00 should get me 'an examination, diagnosis and preventive care, any x-rays, scaling and polishing required as well as planning for further treatment'. I'd paid £50 and hadn't even had the cleaning.

OK, if the option had been put to me of taking this NHS 'package' but waiting a week for an appointment, I would doubtless have still forked out the £50 for the same-day treatment. But the point is, the choice wasn’t put to me. And neither was the system of pricing, nor even the fact that I was being seen as a private patient.

Of course, the 'deep cleaning', it turns out, is not available on the NHS, and neither are the posh white fillings. The bill starts to rack up – unless you start asking questions – and you can't help feeling the dentist is 'on the make'.

Now I'm not moaning about paying – I can just about afford it. But I'd make three points:

1. For many people on lower earnings, it must be a massive deterrent to accepting treatment.
2. This means that if you're in need of urgent medical attention, you're forced to either wait or pay – just because it's your teeth. Imagine being asked to cough up at A&E before anyone would treat your broken arm.
3. Dentists should be required to tell you clearly on what basis you will be treated and what it will cost before booking you in.

In the meantime, my colleagues can enjoy a period of relative quiet .....

- Adrian Lowery, This is Money

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Don't cry for me Argentina Airlines

I accepted the seven-hour delay on my return flight from Madrid yesterday philosophically. After all, Aerolineas Argentinas announced it at the early-afternoon check-in, which meant I could check my luggage, head back for a very pleasant and sunny afternoon in central Madrid, and return less than an hour before take-off.

And despite being a regular (my colleagues would probably say 'frequent') flyer, it's been a while since I was delayed for more than half-an-hour, so my turn, I figured, was probably due ...

You might think there'd be some sort of compensation for a delay of that length - particularly as there was an EU ruling on this last year which certainly upset the likes of Ryanair and easyJet. Not really. It turns out that, because the delay was more than five hours, I could have asked for a refund on the spot, giving up my seat on that flight. I suppose this would have helped if I'd really needed to get home - but who knows what it would have cost me to book on to an earlier flight (or even if there would have been a seat available).

But if you still want to take the delayed flight, the only 'compensation' mandatory under the EU regulations is the offer of meals, refreshments, communication facilities and a hotel when necessary. The lenght of the queue at the airline desk to take up this offer made my decision to head back to the pretty plazas of the city all the easier.

Anyway, enough about me: anecdotal evidence suggests that flight delays and cancellations might reach new pea ks this year, so I'm going to look into exactly what you're entitled to, the best way to go about claiming it, and where travel insurance might help out. And what happens if, say, the delay forces you to take a taxi because you missed your last train - as nearly happened to me last night?

So if you've become a little too acquainted with an airport-lounge recently, let me know by posting a comment below.

- Adrian Lowery, This is Money

Licence to moan

A reader's query, sent to our Ask the Experts section, has stirred up a hornets' nest over TV Licensing.

We discovered that anyone accessing live television in the UK via a mobile phone or PC will be liable to a fine for not having a TV Licence - even if they don't own a TV or access BBC programmes. And this proved controversial enough for our sister organ Financial Mail to follow up the story - published on our site here.

Now that particular debate is in its infancy and will only reach some maturity as more and more people begin to access TV via the new media. But it's a perfect opportunity for a good old national whinge about the Licence Fee - after all it would be rude to let a week go by without laying into the BBC and its indefensible funding system.

So let's get the purple ink out and get it over with. 'What does the BBC do with all our money!? ... I hardly watch it ... it's full of adverts anyway ... too many repeats ... no sports coverage ... too much sport ... too populist ... not populist enough ... too elitist ... too dumbed-down ... it's run by the government ... it hates the government ... right-wing bias ... left-wing bias ... Alan Titchmarsh ...' (OK, the last one's a fair point.)

It is a bewildering mystery to me how anyone can begrudge paying £126 a year for what we get from the BBC.

1. BBC programming is of consistently higher quality than any other broadcaster in Britain and therefore arguably in the world. The easy response is that this is a matter of subjectivity or taste, but I think some things ARE better than others.

Puccini is better than Lloyd-Webber, Rembrandt is better than Rolf Harris, cricket is better than rounders ... Bleak House IS better than Big Brother. There is surely nothing more appalling and moribund than settling for the lowest common denominator 'because people enjoy it' at the cost of creating and distributing something that inspires or challenges or moves or makes people think (god forbid!).

OK, far from every BBC prog is inspiring, challenging, gripping, enriching, moving, hilarious, democratic, thought-provoking - but even if you think its standards have dropped or changed in recent years, that is only in line the rest of the media's output. It still does a damn-sight better job than any other channel.

2. You can't expect to watch programmes without adverts and not pay for it. Sky: you pay for it AND it's full of adverts. And - except for football - it's not very good really is it?

3. BBC Radio: what, you don't listen to it? Can I suggest a rethink then - and a digital radio too. With Radio's 1 to 7 there is frankly too much great stuff even for a radio addict like me to listen to. At the birth of television programming, the radio old guard at the BBC thought it would never take off because you had to be sat still in front of it - you couldn't do other things while tuning in. It seems they underestimated people's love for gawping from their couches ...

4. BBC World Service: the greatest public service broadcaster in the world, listened to by hundreds of millions, for many their only reliable source of news, a beacon of information and knowledge. For me, 'From Our Own Correspondent' is worth the Licence Fee alone. I once listened to Blackburn Rovers beat Arsenal 2-0 on my shortwave radio (a constant companion during a year's travelling) in the remote village of Bundi in Rajasthan - well, the second half anyway. You don't get that with Channel 5.

5. The new digital TV stations: There's lots of great stuff on these and they're free for pete's sake - unless you count the outrageous expenditure of £40 on a Freeview box.

6. The website: one of the best on the internet. Except for the finance and money section, which is of course rubbish.

I put it to you that when it comes to the BBC we, as a nation of penny-pinching moaners, do not know we are born.

- Adrian Lowery, This is Money

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Pillar-to-post for an HSBC card

Happy new year to all our Money readers out there - a new year which will have got off to a predictably taxing start if, as I did, you applied for the HSBC credit card just before Christmas. This is one of the top balance transfer cards at the moment, with nine months at 0% with no fee for the transfer (and the 0% on purchases also).

I began my quest in late November by filling out one of those 'You have already been approved' forms that get flung at HSBC customers on a monthly basis (for I have the privilege of banking with the World's Not Very Local Bank). Ten days later I received the response that the date on that particular offer had expired some days earlier and that I could make a regular application, by mail or online.

I received a letter about ten days after my online application stating that I had been approved, enclosing the contract for signature and return. Now one might think that the card was now signed, sealed and delivered. But I return to London after the Xmas break to find a curtly uninformative letter on the doormat from 'Customer services manager Marie Curtis', asking me to 'call her' before my application could be approved.

Now, you might think that, as I'm a customer of 17 years and trying to obtain another of their products (- why, god only knows), if there's some little snaggle in the process, they might call me. But let's get back to reality ....

It should come as no great surprise that Ms Curtis did not enclose her direct line to call 'her' on. 'Her' of course means 'the HSBC credit card customer services line'. On the morning of Monday 2 January, I was on hold for 25 minutes before hanging up. The sound of a chimp banging on a toy piano in a lock-up garage had started to grate.

On the afternoon of the same day, I flipped my mobile to loudspeaker and got on with some chores as the holding musak delivered its tinny torture for a further 35 minutes, before I surrendered again.

And what arrived on the doormat this morning? 'You have been approved for the HSBC credit card. Simply sign and return ...'.

Today I'm going to try again, so watch this space folks ...

- Adrian, This is Money

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