Who steals my purse steals trash, says Iago, in Shakespeare’s Othello, but how about his credit rating? That comes a lot closer to the good name he affected to be so worried about, and needless to say, on the basis that anything that is of value can be stolen, you can now wake up one […]
Who steals my purse steals trash, says Iago, in Shakespeare’s Othello, but how about his credit rating? That comes a lot closer to the good name he affected to be so worried about, and needless to say, on the basis that anything that is of value can be stolen, you can now wake up one fine morning and find that rather like the motorcyclist who had a crash after doing only 5,000 miles on his machine, when statistically the average is 51,000 between tumbles, complained that somebody else was riding around on his miles – someone else is running around on your credit rating while you are saddled with that of an incorrigeable spendthrift: the Daily Mail reports the emergence in the US of so-called Credit Doctors who plunder the computers of credit rating agencies and sell ne’er-do-wells the names and ratings of the upright members of the population.
