Reminds me of a time that on the weekends my parents would drive to my grandads who had a computer. My grandad was a television screen writer and I had discovered Habbo Hotel, so win win.

Of course hormones being all the rage at 17, I decided to look at porn and printed it out so I could show it around at school. What I had done was downloaded a premium rate dialler that ended costing him around £100 back in 2003.

I had gone downstairs and forgotten to disconnect. He's passed now but sorry Grandad for the phone bill. I had never realised what I had done until many years later.

Still, I was one of the cooler kids in school for having a HP DeskJet printed crumpled piece of paper of a naked lady.