Being tight

It's official: I'm a cheapskate and a skinflint.

I suppose that both of those things are to be expected, being a student and a Yorkshireman, but to suddenly discover the limits of what you'll spend on any given thing is quite a shock.

Take yesterday as an example. I was sat up in the law hub working much of the day while the usual traffic of that part of the building went past me. Added to that traffic, however, was the congestion of a large queue to buy law society hoodies. There was quite some interest, as they have a new design, come in a new colour (black), and bear the line 'Make crime pay: become a lawyer' across the back. I stuck my head around the pillar next to the two tables where the president of the law society and her henchmen were presiding over the sales to have a gander at the price. On seeing the price, I promptly went back to my desk to carry on working. There's no way I'm paying £21 for a hoodie with a naff joke on the back.

Today told me my limits less so. Myself and a (female) friend went to see Slumdog Millionaire, and for every pound I spent I felt myself die a little inside. The best part of £30 went on the two of us, and for me, that's a lot. When on a night out I seldom spend over a tenner (unless some cunning individual discovers that I've not bought a round - and even then I normally try to make it as cheap as possible).

I think it's fair to say that when it comes to money I'm pretty tight, and I fear that it's going to get worse over coming months.