Ever feel as if you're being chased?

So you spend your days working for a certain well-known high-street bank, doing what is really a pretty shitty job (I'm not listing my gripes now, that's for another day). You look forward to leaving, to getting home, to escaping.

You turn your P.C. on to slob out in front of the best the net has to offer, only to see... That certain well-known high-street bank's advertising coming at you from the bottom of the MSN window.

AAAARRRGGHH!