We’re all doomed, doomed I tell you.

New stock has arrived, in dribs and drabs thanks in the main to Brexit, FedEx, and UPS. If you place an expletive in front of the last one you get exactly what this is.

I am, like you should all be… back in a suit!

Read on if you want to subject your senses to my latest rant!

Growth is out of style!

I despair for us all.

We’re doomed, doomed I tell you!

The Bank of England has spoken!

Hunt (spellchecked!) is sharpening his scythe, Halloween has been and gone, another 10 years of austerity await…

My mother loves Rishi, heaven knows why, apparently, he is compassionate especially to his lower-class friends; smart too, but not smart enough to stay out of politics

Last Thursday I walked past a tiny pub called the ‘Two Chairmen’ in Westminster. There must have been two hundred people drinking on the pavement outside, and this wasn’t the only place I walked past where this was the case, and not the first Thursday I had seen it.

Now, I have absolutely no problem with the revelry, Bacchanalian parties, huge quantities of alcohol being consumed or the pavement drinking, my birthday was a low-key affair by comparison… I am just not one to throw stones in glass houses.

But, Thursday is the new Friday!

Ergo…Friday morning is the new Saturday morning!

Don’t forget I have seen, or not seen, many of you at this point. Incapable of holding a pen or a pint pot, let alone putting the pen to paper.

It’s the Tuesday, Wednesday And Thursday (put it together) workers crowd, who on Friday mornings have to drag their sorry posteriors out of bed, literally 2 metres to a ‘zzzzzzzzzzoom’ meeting, camera off.

My argument is about productivity…

The assumption might be, that given the proximity of these establishments to our centre of power, these people may be employed by the Government; or by us?

We’re back in the Seventies and we have the three-day week, power cuts are looming, I shall be back huddled around fork handles on my mother’s living floor, for light and warmth.

There are rolling strikes, high interest rates and even higher inflation, a useless Government playing musical chairs, and a witless Opposition.

Have we learnt nothing in the last 50 years? As for mother the passage of time has not dulled all of her senses.

We have our country back, as we are continuously told… We have the Bank of England, we issue our own currency, not beholden to the European Central Bank, or any other, so in essence we can’t run out of money. We printed money during the pandemic, which bypassed the financial markets, the issuing of bonds, and often into some underserving people’s pockets, who are never likely to be brought to book.

The debt is owned by the Bank of England, does it need to be repaid? Certainly not quickly… so why not the same response now.

Why the talk of austerity, we have had a decade of so-called austerity prior to the pandemic, and where did that get us?

Maybe we have the need for self-flagellation!

Certainly I don’t, and why should we care what the rest of the world thinks, they would do the same, if only they were brave enough.

You load another sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper into debt.
Saint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store…

The indomitable rise of the Technocrat! And AI

The GOOD news…

The lemons on my lemon tree are finally turning from green to yellow!

More GOOD news…

Matt Hancock, jungle?

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