When did it happen? Was it when the 'man on the street' on BBC News complained about "not being able to put bread on the table"?
Was it when I overheard a Gucci-handbagged woman in Marks & Spencers complain that a lemon now cost 46p?
Or was it when I received a marketing email which included the line, "We know: times are tough"?
I'm not sure when it was, my friends.
But I have this to say to the global economic downturn:
Crunch my ass.
(Something I've said, in a number of contexts, as you may well imagine.)
Crunch my mo-foing ass.
Man on the street: sell your goddamn flatscreen TV and start taking the frickin' bus before you start complaining about "not being able to put bread on the table". Or take a trip to Haiti: that's crunch, mate.
Gucci-woman: buy a nice big string bag of organic lemons. Open 'er up. Savour that zingy, citric aroma ...
... And stick one of them into every orifice.
Roasted on a spit, you'd feed a famine-ravaged family for months.
And to whoever wrote that marketing email: let me tell you - times are not tough. Really, really not tough. If 'times' were a steak, they might be medium-rare at most.
Get a sense of perspective.