Have you noticed how every story about the credit crunch is accompanied by a picture of a banker or a stock broker with his hand to his furrowed brow, or scrunched up eyes, looking like he’s just burst his ulcer because he’s just lost 50% of the value of someone else’s pension fund?
In the same way that every story about Cherie Blair is accompanied by a picture of Cherie looking demented and every story about famine has a picture of a skinny kid eating Ready Brek from a plastic cup while covered in flies.
The look on the face of a starving child realising its Ready Brek again and that the Irish Gypsy and his camera crew are back is pretty hard to take. The look on the face of a stock broker realising that they’re not getting a bonus and might even have to give the Bentley back isn’t; even if the words of the story pretty much translates to, ‘you’d better stock up on Ready Brek now because in six months we’re going to be covered in flies’.
My problem is I love the pictures, but hate the stories, so I was glad to notice that someone has produced a blog with just the pictures, which will hopefully save me from depressing myself by reading the stories.
The Brokers With Hands On Their Faces Blog
Well done Internet.
fairplay
Pro 
Genius.
I think yesterday The Times had three of the same chap in different states of hand-on-face distress.