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Friends and readers. In the dark and dimly lit streets of wunderbar Wardieburn there is a creeping figure which awaits the unsuspecting punters of Wardie of the Burn. This shadowy figure with the sharpened claws is none other than the Provie man together with his appreciating percentage rate waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting ingenu.

In and out the dusty bluebells the punters do scatter as the Provie man chases his victims with promises of goodies a plenty at vastly inflated prices but it’s okay we’ll lend you the dosh at a mere 100% interest what a bargain.

The firing squads of debt collectors are at the ready just in case the lucky punters default on their Provie loan or even better a quick top up just to get you further into debt isn’t that just brill.

The man from the Provie casts a long menacing shadow which covers our beloved area and darkens the sky with the false promises of a quality of life you could never afford anywhere else. He lurks in corners impossible for anyone to spot as he waits to jump out on his next victim who has been picked at random from the phone book or court case names.

They can alternatively buy a list of names from those dreadful punters who call you from some foreign place trying to sell you everything from life insurance to a bargain second hand car which has only two previous owners an old lady and the British army.

This dear friends is the land of the Provie hit squads armed to the teeth with their application forms latest mobile phone ill fitting suits and squint ties, this is the uniform the unsuspecting punter has to be wary of. For if captured in the spiders web of Provie cheques your life will become their’s and you will forever be in the debt of the kingdom of Provie a far off land next to Oz which has it’s own wizard who can  conjure up interest rates that will make your hair turn white and age you instantly.

So dear friends when you follow this yellow brick road remember this the land of the Provie does not have the Providence you seek nor the wizard to give you heart brains or courage to defy the might of the grand vizar and his hit squads of Provie hench men. This dear friends is not the stuff of dreams and no Dorothy to meet you on the brick road to warn you of the sunny times of Provie land.

The Provie cheques may offer  a world of dreams and flat screen tellys but beware you will be paying for the telly long after the rubbish men have collected it alongside the mattresses and three piece suites that adorn the streets of Wardie of the Burn    

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