I work with a blerk who never ceases to amaze me, his tightness is become legend at work. He can light a fag in his pocket, is always on the bog when it's his round and he can peel an orange in his pocket. Now we've all done that when we are skint, or herself, the shadowless pre-menstrual one indoors, is barking for more shoes than the kids have feet, or for IKEA tat to fill the house. But I've just noticed that his poppy, proudly sported, has "Haigh Fund" on it's centre boss. Now that is tight! I am completely gobsmacked. What do you do with a bloke like that?