It's said that getting drunk
is just borrowing happiness from tomorrow.
I am at the bottom of my overdraft.
My bank manager is outside, roaring,
hurling bricks at the front room window.
Hungover
This is good.
But - does anyone with an overdraft actually have a bank manager anymore? The very rich but dissolute, perhaps, the odd celeb? But surely the days of the personal bank manager are long gone.
Agree that the plural "bricks" doesn't work with "window". How about "aiming a brick at the front room window"? Makes it more menacing, and slightly funnier I think.
But - does anyone with an overdraft actually have a bank manager anymore? The very rich but dissolute, perhaps, the odd celeb? But surely the days of the personal bank manager are long gone.
Agree that the plural "bricks" doesn't work with "window". How about "aiming a brick at the front room window"? Makes it more menacing, and slightly funnier I think.
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