In a fair and just world I would be living off the immense advance for my next (in this world I am prolific) best selling novel. My public would be waiting with great anticipation for the next, thrilling exploits of my well loved (Harry Potteresque one might say) hero. I would drive to the meeting with my (fawning) bank manager, in my British racing green BMW. We would have coffee, share a joke, discuss world events and ask after each others families. He would insist I came to dinner soon, I would reply that I'd 'call him'. I would leave with a cheery word and a nonchalont wave. The bank manager would stand on the steps until I was a just a speck in the infinate distance, he would be smiling at his good fortune.
Unfortunately 34p of ones overdraft left two weeks into the month does not seem to impress Bank Managers as a whole.
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