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When ever anyone mentions the credit crunch my eyes glaze over. I lose the will to live, and to stay awake I imagine that the person talking to me is a giant talking vegetable. Or maybe a woodland creature. An man-sized squirrel with an economic opinion. This amuses me.

The other day I pretended in my head for a good while that my colleague was not in fact an accounts controller, but a watermelon.

I nod my head and make appropriate "mm hmmm" noise at polite intervals, but all I hear is "blah, blah blah, blah, blah". Sometimes I amuse myself by pretending that the person talking to me is Barry Manilow, Esther Rantzen, fuck it, even Phil Collins... because all of these people are far more interesting than the credit crunch.
( rofl harris, Thu 22 Jan 2009, 16:33, Reply)