Originally posted by DracoM
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Which brings us to now, and the eternal anxiety that this computer on whcih I pour out my fears might get infected by some enemy attack I myself was responsble for inflicting on myself by clicking away some weird pop up that just happened to coincide with my latest password change - the tenth this year - and emptied my bank account of every last penny. It turns out that the investment companies had also been raided, and the money I'd invested in managed investment funds also had been raided by the same source. It's all over Channel 4 news that evening, with Jon Snow tripping over his words more than usual explaining they had tried to get hold of a government minister but none was available, and then a newsflash statement at the end to the effect that all banking transactions and movements on the stock exchange had been suspended. You rush off to 3 miles down the road to the now-nearest cash machine to buffer yourself over the immediate crisis with a couple of hundred quid, and the machine is down. Pedestrians are rushing up and down, frantically tapping their mobile phones, and you just hears a squealing of breaks followed by a loud crash and a lot of swearing. You're on your own - maybe that's as well; do you really want to quarrel over the mass of imponderables facing you and your loved ones? What good will that do?
But somewhere back in the distant past that seemed to promise so much you almost forgot, your friend's wife had made a decision to retire early from her job at Lloyds TSB, unable to square her conscience with the crap financial and insurance schemes and mortgages she was promising clients in return for the more she sold, the higher the additional incentive payments to her income, and the prospects for promotion, maybe to branch manager, maybe eventually to regional manager, or tha alternative: side linement as others passed by on their ways up the greasy pole to security, Bupa care, and private schools for the kids.
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