Being a student with an addiction to spending is like being a vegetarian with a craving for meat. Both equally incoherent and very inconvenient.I write this from my Antarctic front room, cold and hungry with 20p ASDA noodles (which I’m horrified to say were 11p last month) planned as my breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next few weeks. How did you get in this situation you may ask? Addiction. Reckless, unruly addiction. The answer of many a homeless person (which I basically am/on my way to) and the cause of all evil. Kind of. Drink? Drugs? No. This is far worse. I’m talking money. Cold, hard dosh and I can’t get enough of it.