'Oh dash it all, Mark Carney, banker's banker and economic whizzkid!' 'What's up, Damien Hirst, creative monetiser of this parish? 'That blimmin Mondrian. We do our seminal online interview about digital art investments, and now he's gone and gone transparent. The dastard!' 'But didn't he die in 1944?' 'No, he faked his death for the publicity. Now he's gone totally see-through. Look at this SF52 curtain wall he's done in Bolton! Even my drainage is completely hidden. Invisible art! Genius! But it makes Sotheby's art-shredding wheeze too damn obvious.' I was sitting there trimming my box ball planters, wishing that I had the kind of space that allowed one to sit and admire them come rain or shine, when it struck me: a magnetic weather sealing bar, which would rise to meet my courtyard doors as they closed, and which - with an integrated channel - would protect against driving rain, so allowing me to contemplate my beautiful box balls in comfort. Then I discovered that IQ Glass had already done it. And then it rained. And then the box balls caught blight anyway and died.
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