I’m sure I’ll be fine for money, if it gets dire I can always go back home for a few weeks and eat all the food there until September and the next installment of my student loan (which, thinking about it, I should probably sort out), and I’m still optimistic of getting a job, ideally making money blogging but otherwise in a shop somewhere.

But still, I thought, why not see what it’s like living on £10 for a week? After all, isn’t that what bloggers do: pointless personal, subjective experiments that they can then go type up to the internet masses with the assumption that anyone would care to read about them. I hear that Steve Pavlina makes a tidy sum that way.

So, though it’s been done before, probably in a less ironically irreverent way, I shall attempt, and blog about, living for a single week on ten pounds sterling, which mightn’t be too hard, or might be really restrictive.

There are rules of course to this ‘experiment’: Although I’m going to not spend more than £10 for seven days, I am allowed to use some things I already have: not the half-bottle of Jack Daniel’s in my room, nor the frozen BBQ chicken pizza in my freezer, nor the bag of deliciously addictive chocolate raisins I keep, but the small piece of cheese and the orange juice that I don’t want to waste, the tea I have in my cupboard and the toiletries in the bathroom. Also, the potatoes and the rice and the pasta I have, since these things are cheap anyway and it would be senseless to buy more.

However, for the ‘privilege’ of using these pre-acquired items, I am removing a pound from my stock, bringing me down to £9 for everything else I need.

So, the ‘experiment’ begins.