Life just isn't hard enough for Lottie Dixon-Cox who is already struggling to make ends meet. She wants it harder. And she's not the only one. There are like-minded others all around. If only it were possible to mould HMRC, the prime minister's face and the astronomical costs of living into an enormous phallic-shaped vibrating love rod and jam it right up there. Given the promise of a super-triple-duper-drubber-dipper recession, Lottie and her kind are ready and willing and grabbing their ankles. Lottie lets us in on her deepest, darkest p'leisures'...