Why are we all cutting out coupons like gran used to?

Surely, holding a door open for a member of either sex is just good manners?

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Imagine you’re out on a date in one of the trendiest restaurants, with the hottest of guys. You’re having a romantic dinner, then you lean over and whisper softly: ‘I’ll get this darling.’

He replies: ‘No honey, let’s go Dutch.’

‘Nope, I can get this’, you insist, as you scramble under the table for your handbag and out fall a dozen ragged bits of paper,

You cry ‘I’ve got a voucher! It’s two-for-one and free coffee if you have dessert. Do you fancy cheesecake?’

It kind of spoils that romantic ambience, doesn’t it?

But this scene appears to be happening all over the country at the moment as we all seem to have become coupon junkies.

Seriously, why are we all suddenly cutting coupons just like our grans used to do?

I reckon it’s a bit weird that this generation of trendy, beautifully-dressed young women with gorgeous designer handbags have them stuffed full of pieces of paper cut from magazines and newspapers instead of make-up and girlie bits and pieces.

I guess shops want to make us forget that spending money is bad by making us think that we’re getting a good deal.

Then there’s the internet, a slightly more sexy way to get money off if you have apps and can use a discount code.

My e-mail inbox is filled up daily by Groupon, Happi and Wowcher offering discounts on anything from a Brazilian waxing to a chocolate massage.

Who can resist? Because nothing makes me feel more smug than paying less for something, even if it’s a packet of trifle sponges which I don’t really need.

I admit I constantly shift my loyalties to whoever is offering the best deal.

The war seems to be on for our business and there are plenty of bargains to be found and that are worth having. You just have to look for them.

But a word of warning. Be careful that you’re using the coupons and they’re not using you – and be aware of the murkier side of it, like the dodgy ones that offer you colonic irrigation for a quid.

Go for that one and you’ll probably find yourself in a dingy backstreet basement and then not be able to sit down for a week!