“Ha-ha-happiness – how could something so clean make such a mess?”– Frazier Chorus.


You hear that?  That’s the sound of happiness at the low end.  Not (necessarily) the lowquality end, mind.  Just the low spend end.  Upstairs, they’re lugging $x000 muscle amps across empty floors and muttering intelligibly about the state of the economy.  The folk on the uppermost floors aren’t happy.  They feel the tremors emanating from below.  There’s something going on – it sounds like laughter.  What are they doing down there?