Seventeen pounds. That's how much money I paid for a fashion magazine the other day.
Okay so not quite. Here's the mathematics:
1. Unit price: £4.17
2. Tax: £0.83
3. Shipping: £12.00
Sure, it was delivered to me the very next morning by a handsome Mediterranean-looking man in head-to-toe black who handed me a rather luxurious black bag sealed with black ribbon cradling my magazine inside. But really though?
What would really be great is if Inception were a real film and someone came to me in my sleep and extracted my bank card details from my memory.