Simon Bourke: The Cash Machine – harmless fun or wolf in sheep's clothing?
It’s the fear of missing the call that’s prevented me from taking part. Can you imagine it? You’ve memorised the number, written it down on four different pieces of paper, sellotaped it to your eyelids, daubed it on the walls in lipstick, and sat down for your usual day of replying to emails and vowing to do some real work any minute now.