"Hey, Lloyds TSB," I rant on that there Twitter after watching their owl-heavy television advert, "I've been a customer for over thirty years, and you've never once offered me an owl. WHERE'S MY OWL?"
And by return of post, I get this:
He is, I am told, called Oswald. And despite not being told his surname, I presume it is McOwlface.
Let's hear it for Oswald McOwlface! Oh, and Lloyds TSB.
Now, if you don't mind...
...I squeezed an owl and a bottle of beer came out. Result.