Thursday, 3 March 2011

fat cats

scratching forlornly in the yard like a headless chicken on a gander and panic-struck by my overly-drawn bank account this month. my finances resemble a shower of shard glass made from empty milk bottles knocked over by a rather hungry cat.

phoned up the bank to increase my overdraft limit one tiny bit so as to avoid paying half of my arm and leg for the overdraft charge and their only solution is to offer me a killer loan on a stick laced with extortionate interest. bloody wankers!!! do they sleep well at night?