If you went around to your neighbours house to ask to borrow his lawn mower for a couple of hours, but he instead gave you a piece of paper with "1 lawn mower" written on it, you'd think he was cheeky, and possibly a little insane, particularly if he wrote the loan down in a little book on the table next to his front door.
But if a few hours later he came around to your house asking for the return of the lawn mower he loaned you, and that if you didn't return it he would take you to court and bring in the bailiffs, you'd think what?
That your neighbour was insane, a fraud and a thug?
Well, that is what is going on today in your local high street, and in The City of London.
Fraud and thuggery, down at the Bank of Thuggery and Fraud.
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