So there I was, staring at a series of recent transactions on my Revolut account that I did not recognise. On looking up the website for the company which was being named in these transactions I could not find any contact details for it nor was it clear to me what the company actually did.

And so it came to pass that I cancelled my Revolut card, had a wee wander down to Store Street Garda Station and in the early hours of the following morning entered into negotiations with Revolut in the hope of reclaiming what I believed at the time to be money that had been fraudulently taken from me.

Now there are some people who know me who have occasionally described me as a stubborn b***ard. Although there is evidence to back up this theory, there are times when I have denied it. However, after spending a total of 26 hours (22 continuous from approximately 5.20 am to 3.20 am the following morning, sleep for 4 hours and then a further 4 hours from 7.30 am to 11.30 am), politely arguing my case with Revolut, it would appear that the stubborn b***ard allegations may very well be true.

Strange as it may seem the good folk on the Revolut Support and Payment Dispute teams would appear to have something in common with Donald Trump in that all parties appear to be very much in favour of stone walls. In fairness to Mr. Trump I can categorically state that his use of the English language is superior to that of the Revolut warriors.

Cutting a longish story a little short, the upshot of this affair is that they were right and I was wrong. No fraud occurred however there does appear to be a touch of creative accounting going on.

And the moral of the story? Rabbit holes exist in real life as well as on social media, and if you would like to add some stress to your life then I strongly recommend a visit to the Revolut rabbit hole.

Personally speaking I have no desire to go back there.