Aye the KYC bounce-back dance, feel like I’m stuck worse than Celtic’s midfield today. They pinged me back twice cos the corner of my driving licence was “too shiny” — ended up tilting the £80 I’d shoved aside for Claire’s birthday dinner straight into DragonSlots instead, told her “nae appetite” like I’m twelve ffs. Cleared the actual bill this morning so at least the lights stay on, but still… she’s giving me that quiet look that says she clocks the lie. Guess we’re all just sat here waiting for some stranger to approve we exist, while the slots keep spinning