Take a bow Barclaycard British Summer Time, your promotional ‘photograph’ just screams Summer Of Love.

I can’t wait to prop up the counter at your Festival Gruel Dispensary Unit with a cool refreshing pint of gravel, while checking out some neat performances from the Boarder Control Customs Throat-Singing Orchestra, before everyone is taken off in a convoy of army trucks to work in a gulag for the rest of our lives.