If you could get rid of everything bad about banks and build one from scratch,

you'd build a different kind of bank.

One that has actual people you can talk to 24-7, not robots,

doesn't invest in fossil fuels, charges no extra fees for spending abroad,

and definitely doesn't close before you finish work.

You'd build tools to help manage bills, teach kids good money habits, and give interest on personal and joint accounts.

So what would that look like?

Starling Bank, the bank built for you.

The sun was shining, the dokes were quacking. All was well as Derek Jones stubbed out his

lunchtime cigarette on the ground and put his rubbish in the bin. On his way

back to work he suddenly felt terribly guilty, but why?

What had he done? He was wracking his brains and then he saw it.

A duck pointing angrily at his discarded cigarette butt.

You don't think you're a litterer, but cigarette but are rubbish.

If you smoke, bin your butts, keep Britain tidy. Shake it up, stop when the clock hits 13. Sing one, two, three, four, cuss, cuss, cuss.

No, we can do it.

I can do it.

Okay, relax.

We have a no singing rule in this house.

Yeah, it's usually not for me, but yeah, I could see that's annoying.

So then that applies to both of us because if I'm not allowed to sing in the house, then neither are you.

Okay.

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