That old subject of expenses again.

I put through this legitimate foreign travel expense yesterday and was immediate struck with that chilling feeling you get when you are driving along within the speed limit, stone cold sober, fully insured with an up to date MOT and you spot a police car in the mirror – a panicky feeling of proxy guilt.

Well, it does look kind of funny, doesn’t it?

The amount looks even more incriminating than the letterhead. But fear not, it was rupees. I wasn’t spending all the subscription money swimming in Cristal and farting through silk. As if.

Trust me, I’m a journalist.