Given how few experiences qualify as unique in this miserably repetitive world, one would be demented to imagine oneself to be the only victim of fatigue induced by a grand old name in high-street banking.
Indeed, one previous sufferer comes racing to mind. In his diaries, the late Kenneth Williams refers more than once to feeling tired having, the previous night, ‘had the Barclays’.
Delicacy precludes a graphic translation. But for those unfamiliar with rhyming slang, it may melt the fog to mention