the miser
A retired bloke I know is a real miser.
he's got a good pension and had a decent job,no kids,not married ,lives in a large house.

his house hasn't been decorated since 1979.
his car and washing machine were given to him by his neighbour.
he rarely buys anything new and if he ever does,the deliberations and bargain scouring take weeks if not months.
He got his pc off his neighbour for free and uses their wireless broadband,no charge.
his oven broke ,so at christmas ,he buys a chicken and drives round to his old mams house to cook it there , then brings it back home,can't be arsed buying a replacement for the 30 year old oven !

all the food he buys is value,or reduced,he's the original yellow ticket hunter in a well known supermarket !

beer is one of his vices,but its got to be the cheapest pub in town.
I bought him a christmas present one year, a good (and somewhat rare) bottle of wine,however ,the next christmas ,I received a present from him , "I know you like this one" he said to me,I asked him where he'd got it from,"oh,it was in me cellar with the rest of them", the trouble was,it was the bottle i'd given him the previous christmas .
he's got about 200 bottles of wine in his cellar,and they're very dusty !

He'll really go to some extreme lengths to get things repaired,phoning all sorts of people to get the best deal,taking ages, or he just goes without.
The worst side of his character is the moaning about the cost of everything.
He'll die a millionaire (on paper) and his distant relations will inherit his miserly amassed fortune.

it's unnecessary self imposed poverty.
and then there's the hoarding,all types of junk etc, " don't throw owt away" might come in useful someday...someday ...
(sniffi the cat /remembers/this was /all fields..., Sat 25 Oct 2008, 18:08, Reply)