Today I have discovered my bank account is as baron barren as my fictional womb, well I must confess, I lie, it has £1.66 exactly. On the brightside I get paid next Thursday before going down to London for the corporate thingy with the people and mindless jibbering about figures sales and wah wah blah blah bonus bonus (but not for me obviously). Can you tell the joy I have.

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