Do you ever get the feeling all this has been a terrible mistake or worse, a really bad joke, and some bank-manager type in a wild wooly hat, crimplene slacks and a stupid Christmas jumper will jump out of the wardrobe shouting Hallelujah! and lead us by the hand up the yellow brick road lined with grinning traffic cops and sobbing debt collectors into a promised land of milk and chocolate.
Nah! Me neither.
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