THIS BLOODY CREDIT CRUNCH MALARKEY..,

.., and now more importantly something I never thought I’d witness in my lifetime whether I thought it inevitable or not: the virtual collapse of capitalism. Around the globe banks are crumbling at a phenomenal rate and the penny, or rather the billions have finally dropped that greed isn’t actually good after-all. Today, in the wake of seismic moves in the States and throughout Europe to bailout financial institutions wholesale, the help handed out by governments, and in effect the tax payer, can be seen as tantamount to the Nationalisation of the free market, well, sort of anyway, and it’s all getting just a bit s c a r y. And do I give a shit personally, well, do I shite. HA bloody HA, serves the greedy bastards right… Mind, I might think differently if I owned a ‘grownup’ bank balance myself, and let’s face it, it’s all not very nice for us all down here at ground level either – As you might gather, still no luck in finding suitable work, and unlikely to as the unemployment figures start to rocket in the wake of this bloody credit crunch!

"THE CAVE YOU FEAR TO ENTER HOLDS THE TREASURE YOU SEEK"

Joseph Campbell…

Probably why I never seem to hit the jackpot then – Only joking; unless it’s a Lottery win that is? Yeah, the danger, or the luck of it, is that treasure is easy to come by as long as you’re clever enough (or most would say daft enough) to avoid those homely caves with their Deep-Freezers and TV Dinners to-boot.., and whether painless or not, certainly effortless but unfortunately o so easily spent in the land of nod without someone with whom to share it all with. Hey, we’re fundamentally designed for life whether we choose to live or not, and living is certainly in the making here. Happiness and the reality of it too, if only it were so lucid; for without the conformation of it all, which is only really possible with someone to go halves with, well, it’s all about as real as the dawning of an unlikely dream. So, rub the sticky auld sleep from the eyes, and after a good old ‘dawning’, I’m sitting here – I’m sitting here spent of seed meant for better destinations than the proverbial tissue.., and well.., unlikely as it is lads.., never one to stomach tedious people even at the best of times, I’m always up for a bit of ‘Bad’ Company every now and again: Baby..,

.., when I think about you I think about love.

Darlin, couldn't live without you and your love.

If I had those golden dreams of my yesterday

I would wrap you in the heavens and feel it dyin (dyin, dyin) all the way I feel like makin

Feel like makin love

Feel like makin love

Feel like makin love

Feel like makin love to you...

Whoa - Stop... Horrific - Correct sentiment, but would say; better listened to really: HERE