Through a glass, Barclay

<em>Barclays closed over 170 rural branches</em>

There's no account

for our taste. No telling

the lost cost

of your pathetic interest,

your penny dreadfuls.

All our customer

advisers are busy, but we

will be with you shortly.

Our savings are

safe with you. Your statement

is a credit to us,

despite its large charge.

We are completely bankers.

We are the hole

in the wall gang, we will

rob you at cashpoint instead.

This article first appeared in the 17 April 2000 issue of the New Statesman, The New Statesman Essay - The rise of the ergonarchy