As the Office of Fair Trading finally gives up hope of forcing the banks to trade fairly, let's hear the glass spires of the Square Mile ring out with those much loved ol' City carols…
"Away in a Mammon…"
"Once in Royal Bojo's City, Stood a Lofty Banking Shed…"
"While Shareholders Watched Their Stocks by Night…"
"We Three Kings of Orient Are… Looking for a Remortgage Deal for Dubai World…"
And of course
"Silent Night, Holy Night; Of the Regulator, Not a Sight…"
As Tiny Tim himself might say: God bankrupt you all, every one!