I reported yesterday on the Daily Express's excellent investigative journalism that had seen it unearth a new and dangerous threat facing Britain today: men from the 1940s, some of whom are wearing camel-hair coats and have pencil moustaches, are destroying the very fabric of our society.
Today's Metro continues the theme. Apparently these shady characters - like Flash Harry from the St Trinian's films, though not the Russell Brand version, obviously, the talent-free hedge-a-like twerp - have taken a change in tack. No longer will they try and flog you some soap flakes or half a pound of kidneys in the saloon bar of your local pub; they've moved on to bigger and better targets.
Yes, shifty post-war Black Market traders have managed to force the merger between Halifax and Lloyds. Er, that's Halifax Bank of Scotland and Lloyds TSB - hmm, I get the impressions that mergers in the banking sector may have happened before, no? And I don't think anyone back then decided that it was all the fault of Private Walker out of Dad's Army. Ah well, you live and learn.
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