Yesterdayss P&L: GBP 520.00
Yesterdays Booze: 1 750cl bottle of Smirnoff Vodka, 3 pints of Kronenbourg 1664
Yesterdays Soundtrack: Local Hero
So made a few quid yesterday but still no consistency in my earnings. I wouldn't mind accepting a low wage of five or six hundred a day if I could at least get some regular income, just now its always one step forward two steps back. Mind you that isn't enough money if I have to fulfil the bucket list and definitely not if I have to bring the Stalker along, although that may be a moot point as she is back in hospital. I am fairly confident she will get through this latest set-back, I know what a tough girl she can be. It is worrying though, her hospital visits have recently become more frequent. Seems like one or the other of us has been in hospital most of this year so far.
Listened mostly to the soundtrack from Local Hero yesterday. I am a city boy and would probably be miserable in a small village like the one in that movie but sometimes it seems so attractive to be in a place like that. The Stalker sees all this beauty in the world that I don't even notice - maybe one day I will realise what I am missing.
In case I don't see 'ya...good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!
Saturday 31 July 2010
Friday 23 July 2010
Some People Call It A One Night Stand...
Today's P&L: GBP -380.00
Today's Booze: 1 litre of Smirnoff Black
Today's Soundtrack: more Duran Duran
Trading in the summer is so difficult. Anyone who doesn't think bankers are paid too much should walk around a trading floor in July or August. Volumes are way down, which allows easy manipulation of the markets. I got burned a little on some harmless FTSE 100 trades. The market has been waiting all day to see the results of the stress tests that we are assured will tell us if any of the banks are at risk in the event of a double dip recession or a European sovereign debt crisis. It is all meaningless of course, if there is one thing we have found out, it is that the banks lie and manipulate their figures to a level that would make Enron executives blush. The government is fully complicit in this as they know that a major bank failure would spell all kinds of doom for the economy.
I am beginning to find the endless corruption in the west tiresome, of course the seemingly constant drive to lower education standards stops the proles from asking questions. You wonder what the red top tabloids would say about some of the things that happen in this country if they took place in the third world. Not to say the third world is any more noble. A Standard Bank research paper estimated that in the last fifty years Nigeria has generated over six trillion dollars in oil revenue. I have spent some time in Lagos and would give you fifty quid for the country.
My health is quite good lately, (thanks Euro Anon). My most recent blood tests showed I had serious Anaemia, whatever that means, but generally I feel well and look quite sharp. The stalker is back harassing me. Don't get me wrong, she is a wonderful woman but I guess I am just too old to be told what to do. She is infuriating because while criticizing me, she refuses to recognize her own behaviour - at least I know when I act badly, she seems oblivious.
Today I was listening to Duran Duran. When I was in a band as a teenager, this was the band I most wanted to be in. The top five songs I listened to:
Last Chance On The Stairway - A song about a party about to end or something more desperate? To me it means the inevitable end everything comes to. You know how you just know when something is past its time, could be a relationship, could be a job - you just get this feeling that its over and no amount of talking or patching up is going to repair the damage.
Save A Prayer - Its a cliché, but this song reminds me of lots of exotic women I have slept with in exotic places. I suppose I have been luckier than most but being an alcoholic isn't all supermarket spirits and bottles of cider. I travelled the world and was usually staying in high dollar joints. Strangely, it doesn't remind me of any specific girlfriend, like the lyrics say, "Some people call it a one night stand but we can call it paradise".
Hungry Like The Wolf - This song is quite high energy and reminds me of the lunatic - she was definitely the kind of woman who went out hunting for men.
Rio - "And that means so much to me, like a birthday or a pretty view". Great song, kind of reminds me of my disposable life. Things that seem so important are really irrelevant. I wonder if someone like me has a mid-life crisis where I yearn for responsibility and commitment?
Skin Trade - I love this song, It is so well produced but also quite seedy and it isn't just the subject. We all work for the skin trade in one way or another, I am fairly harsh on strippers and hookers because I have lived in countries where you don't take your clothes off to buy a new set of rims for your car. Try telling a stripper in Vegas that in Cambodia a girl will stay all night with you for ten dollars. I suppose it just annoys me that so many strippers write blogs expressing how intelligent they are and how empowered by their jobs. I am no feminist but if I had a daughter, I sure as hell wouldn't want her stripping for a living.
In case I don't see 'ya...good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!
Today's Booze: 1 litre of Smirnoff Black
Today's Soundtrack: more Duran Duran
Trading in the summer is so difficult. Anyone who doesn't think bankers are paid too much should walk around a trading floor in July or August. Volumes are way down, which allows easy manipulation of the markets. I got burned a little on some harmless FTSE 100 trades. The market has been waiting all day to see the results of the stress tests that we are assured will tell us if any of the banks are at risk in the event of a double dip recession or a European sovereign debt crisis. It is all meaningless of course, if there is one thing we have found out, it is that the banks lie and manipulate their figures to a level that would make Enron executives blush. The government is fully complicit in this as they know that a major bank failure would spell all kinds of doom for the economy.
I am beginning to find the endless corruption in the west tiresome, of course the seemingly constant drive to lower education standards stops the proles from asking questions. You wonder what the red top tabloids would say about some of the things that happen in this country if they took place in the third world. Not to say the third world is any more noble. A Standard Bank research paper estimated that in the last fifty years Nigeria has generated over six trillion dollars in oil revenue. I have spent some time in Lagos and would give you fifty quid for the country.
My health is quite good lately, (thanks Euro Anon). My most recent blood tests showed I had serious Anaemia, whatever that means, but generally I feel well and look quite sharp. The stalker is back harassing me. Don't get me wrong, she is a wonderful woman but I guess I am just too old to be told what to do. She is infuriating because while criticizing me, she refuses to recognize her own behaviour - at least I know when I act badly, she seems oblivious.
Today I was listening to Duran Duran. When I was in a band as a teenager, this was the band I most wanted to be in. The top five songs I listened to:
Last Chance On The Stairway - A song about a party about to end or something more desperate? To me it means the inevitable end everything comes to. You know how you just know when something is past its time, could be a relationship, could be a job - you just get this feeling that its over and no amount of talking or patching up is going to repair the damage.
Save A Prayer - Its a cliché, but this song reminds me of lots of exotic women I have slept with in exotic places. I suppose I have been luckier than most but being an alcoholic isn't all supermarket spirits and bottles of cider. I travelled the world and was usually staying in high dollar joints. Strangely, it doesn't remind me of any specific girlfriend, like the lyrics say, "Some people call it a one night stand but we can call it paradise".
Hungry Like The Wolf - This song is quite high energy and reminds me of the lunatic - she was definitely the kind of woman who went out hunting for men.
Rio - "And that means so much to me, like a birthday or a pretty view". Great song, kind of reminds me of my disposable life. Things that seem so important are really irrelevant. I wonder if someone like me has a mid-life crisis where I yearn for responsibility and commitment?
Skin Trade - I love this song, It is so well produced but also quite seedy and it isn't just the subject. We all work for the skin trade in one way or another, I am fairly harsh on strippers and hookers because I have lived in countries where you don't take your clothes off to buy a new set of rims for your car. Try telling a stripper in Vegas that in Cambodia a girl will stay all night with you for ten dollars. I suppose it just annoys me that so many strippers write blogs expressing how intelligent they are and how empowered by their jobs. I am no feminist but if I had a daughter, I sure as hell wouldn't want her stripping for a living.
In case I don't see 'ya...good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!
Tuesday 6 July 2010
Roll The Bones
Today's P&L: GBP 190.00
Today's Booze: 1 litre of Stolychnaya, 2 pints of lager
Today's Soundtrack: Prince
I know in an earlier post I complained about the nature of how I make my money, likening it to prostitution or lap dancing, I still stand by that. It isn't what was expected of someone like me. But I did a small trade today, nothing huge, just made me one hundred and thirty pounds on the December gold contract and I realised how much fun it can be. The other trades I did are still open, as a rule I hate leaving a trade open overnight because the financing cost are so high and also anything could happen, still added another sixty pounds to the gold trade. My father thinks that it isn't a real job, but he also says that if I had lived in America in the nineteenth century, I would probably be a poker player for a living - my dad loves westerns. Needless to say the Stalker can't stand what I do, but if you start doing what your girlfriend/wife asks I guess you might as well hand in your balls. Anyway, I have never done anything else and I guess I am too old to dust off the microphone and become a rock legend.
Today I feel quite good, apart the usual aches and pains from my shattered ankles and knees and my fingers which are generally fine apart from the two smallest ones on my left hand where the knuckles were badly broken. Days like this I feel I could live forever. My sleeping is not so good, I am finding it incredibly hard to sleep at all. I wonder why I can't do anything constructive in this time when I should be sleeping, I was much more productive when I was really drinking.
Today I was listening to Prince. Prince is a genius but also mad as can be. As a multi-instrumentalist maybe only Stevie Winwood comes close but he isn't as good a guitarist and doesn't have that funky mix, that my guitarist once described to me as chicken fat. The top five songs I listened to:
I Could Never Take The Place Of Your Man - Love this song, women on the hunt for someone to take the place of their departed lover and father of their child. Some men don't mind being father figure to another mans children but to me it is too difficult a situation. Generally I don't agree with divorce unless there is violence involved - but really how hard is it for a guy not to get married or get a girl pregnant?
Lady Cab Driver - Misogynistic rape song. There is something compelling about this track though, the end section is actually quite disturbing, "This is 4 the cab U have 2 drive 4 no money at all. This is 4 why I wasn't born like my brother, handsome and tall. This is 4 politicians who r bored and believe in war. This -- Yeah, that's 4 me, that's who that 1's 4. This is 4 discrimination and egotists who think supreme. And this is 4 whoever taught U how 2 kiss in designer jeans. That 1's 4-- That 1's 4-- 4 U have 2 live" For me the best line is at the beginning, "Lady cab driver -- Can U take me 4 a ride? Don't know where I'm goin' 'cuz I don't know where I've been".
Purple Rain - Who can forget how big Prince was when this album was released? The song itself is kind of mesmerising. "Never meant to cause you any sorrow. I never meant to cause you any pain. I only wanted to one time see you laughing.I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain". Maybe its the time it was released bu this song reminds me of the Italian.
Little Red Corvette - My favourite Prince track. Not sure why, I have never felt intimidated by a woman, guess it's that whole cars and girls thing. Corvettes aren't very cool, (unless you get a fifties one), but neither are Porsche's and I loved mine when I had it. Like everything I love, I destroyed it. The best thing about this song is the imagery, "I guess I must be dumb 'cos you had a pocket full of horses, Trojan and some were used, but it was Saturday night. I guess that makes it all right, what have you got to lose". As i hope my blog makes it pretty clear, I have taken a few chances in my life. I have still missed out on somethings by not saying yes. I regret all those missed chances.
Uneedanotherloverlike - This song is quite intense and when Prince performs it live he is amazing. The lyrics are not so clear but to me it means ok, our relationship is done but you can't be with anyone else and if you are then you will still be thinking of me because you are always mine.
In case I don't see 'ya...good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!
Today's Booze: 1 litre of Stolychnaya, 2 pints of lager
Today's Soundtrack: Prince
I know in an earlier post I complained about the nature of how I make my money, likening it to prostitution or lap dancing, I still stand by that. It isn't what was expected of someone like me. But I did a small trade today, nothing huge, just made me one hundred and thirty pounds on the December gold contract and I realised how much fun it can be. The other trades I did are still open, as a rule I hate leaving a trade open overnight because the financing cost are so high and also anything could happen, still added another sixty pounds to the gold trade. My father thinks that it isn't a real job, but he also says that if I had lived in America in the nineteenth century, I would probably be a poker player for a living - my dad loves westerns. Needless to say the Stalker can't stand what I do, but if you start doing what your girlfriend/wife asks I guess you might as well hand in your balls. Anyway, I have never done anything else and I guess I am too old to dust off the microphone and become a rock legend.
Today I feel quite good, apart the usual aches and pains from my shattered ankles and knees and my fingers which are generally fine apart from the two smallest ones on my left hand where the knuckles were badly broken. Days like this I feel I could live forever. My sleeping is not so good, I am finding it incredibly hard to sleep at all. I wonder why I can't do anything constructive in this time when I should be sleeping, I was much more productive when I was really drinking.
Today I was listening to Prince. Prince is a genius but also mad as can be. As a multi-instrumentalist maybe only Stevie Winwood comes close but he isn't as good a guitarist and doesn't have that funky mix, that my guitarist once described to me as chicken fat. The top five songs I listened to:
I Could Never Take The Place Of Your Man - Love this song, women on the hunt for someone to take the place of their departed lover and father of their child. Some men don't mind being father figure to another mans children but to me it is too difficult a situation. Generally I don't agree with divorce unless there is violence involved - but really how hard is it for a guy not to get married or get a girl pregnant?
Lady Cab Driver - Misogynistic rape song. There is something compelling about this track though, the end section is actually quite disturbing, "This is 4 the cab U have 2 drive 4 no money at all. This is 4 why I wasn't born like my brother, handsome and tall. This is 4 politicians who r bored and believe in war. This -- Yeah, that's 4 me, that's who that 1's 4. This is 4 discrimination and egotists who think supreme. And this is 4 whoever taught U how 2 kiss in designer jeans. That 1's 4-- That 1's 4-- 4 U have 2 live" For me the best line is at the beginning, "Lady cab driver -- Can U take me 4 a ride? Don't know where I'm goin' 'cuz I don't know where I've been".
Purple Rain - Who can forget how big Prince was when this album was released? The song itself is kind of mesmerising. "Never meant to cause you any sorrow. I never meant to cause you any pain. I only wanted to one time see you laughing.I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain". Maybe its the time it was released bu this song reminds me of the Italian.
Little Red Corvette - My favourite Prince track. Not sure why, I have never felt intimidated by a woman, guess it's that whole cars and girls thing. Corvettes aren't very cool, (unless you get a fifties one), but neither are Porsche's and I loved mine when I had it. Like everything I love, I destroyed it. The best thing about this song is the imagery, "I guess I must be dumb 'cos you had a pocket full of horses, Trojan and some were used, but it was Saturday night. I guess that makes it all right, what have you got to lose". As i hope my blog makes it pretty clear, I have taken a few chances in my life. I have still missed out on somethings by not saying yes. I regret all those missed chances.
Uneedanotherloverlike - This song is quite intense and when Prince performs it live he is amazing. The lyrics are not so clear but to me it means ok, our relationship is done but you can't be with anyone else and if you are then you will still be thinking of me because you are always mine.
In case I don't see 'ya...good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!
Saturday 3 July 2010
Excesses Of The Heart
Yesterdays P&L: GBP -90.00
Yesterdays Booze: 5 pints of lager, 4 pints of Aspinall Cider
Today's Soundtrack: The Stones / Mick Jagger
"Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall"
Measure for measure 2.1.42
So as expected the US data was pony, (pony and trap = crap, for any non-London readers). I knew this would be the case, but still failed to make any money because The Dow inexplicably rose on the news, before returning to rationale thought and selling off. There was then a mad spike at the end of the trading day, I should have remembered that trading on the last day of the month, before a US holiday, always involves the office workers doing "window dressing" for their accounts. Maybe next week will be better, Monday is bound to be dead as the UK traders often turn into Victorian maids without US traders to follow. The main problem for me is that it is shockingly clear by now how little knowledge was gained in the recent credit crunch. Bankers are being paid more than ever, interest rates remain at all time lows and the banks now follow a strategy of becoming too big to fail, witness Santander who have clearly decided being the European equivalent of Citicorp is the only way to guarantee government support. The Volcker plan is a joke and on Friday Morgan Stanley announced plans to hire upto five hundred bankers to sell "jumbo mortgages" and structured deals to clients, even though when Lehman collapsed it was generally acknowledged that the merging of investment and retail banking was a bad idea all round and that structured finance was the villain of the piece.
I have other concerns to worry about, the Stalker is back in town and demanding to see me - her strategy is to ignore my bad behaviour. The thing is just having her roaming around, (she has a key to my place), makes me feel uncomfortable. I make a special effort not to drink in front of her. Not because I am a pussy but because of the amount of distress it causes her. It is exactly the same when my mother is in the country. The Stalker is a remarkable woman but she and I have very little in common, (apart from both of us loving me). She does have a habit of making me feel guilty, and then failing to see why I resent her. Just because she chose to embrace responsibility, that's not my fault. She should know by now I am the opposite. I have avoided responsibility all my life. My experience with women, and I don't know if other men have found this, is that you can't shake them until they find some other guy - then its like you never existed. The Lunatic is just like that whenever I am plagued with e-mails from her, I know she is single, when I don't hear from her then she must be in a relationship. I sort of wish the Stalker would give someone else a go. Her and I cannot keep picking at the same wounds.
Yesterday I was listening to more Stones and Jagger solo stuff. The top five songs I listened to:
Almost Hear You Sigh - From Steel Wheels, a much underrated album, in my opinion. It is the album that kicked in the modern, corporate age of the Rolling Stones. This song is so smooth and slick but also has a lot of emotion. "What'll I do without you, They say that life goes on. I'm feeling sorry for myself, can't believe your gone". the flamenco style guitar break from Keith is unexpected. He is a great blues guitarist but no Clapton or Page.
Just Another Night - From She's The Boss, It could be a Stones song and really reminds me of Missing You. Mick Jagger wants to be regarded as a solo star so much, Like McCartney or Lennon. To me the Stones don't really function individually and its all based around Jagger, Richards and Charlie Watts. This is a great song, though and reminds me mostly of watching Live Aid on a ship of the West African coast. "I'm a stranger in this town, Can't I have my ups and downs. Can't you see that I'm human"?
Brown Sugar - Possibly the most politically incorrect song in the world. I have had few black girlfriends but quite a lot of Asian and Latin women. My brother used to think it was sexual imperialism, not at all, I don't see much difference between Asian women or English women, its just the type of girl that physically appeals to me is dark. No one makes the same assumptions about men who are attracted to Scandinavian type blonde's.
How Can I Stop - This song is an obvious choice for someone like me, "You offer me all your love and sympathy, Sweet affection baby, It's killing me". I am not as whiny as I seem though in real life, whilst I have a flair for the dramatic I am not a person who appears troubled - although most seasoned bar tenders know that someone that drinks a bottle of vodka at ten am probably has some issues. "How could I stop once I start", more importantly why would I stop? If I am going to be half a man, then I would rather take my chances.
Lonely At The Top - A great song about ambition. I only really think about things from the male perspective but I am sure women have the same dreams and ambitions that men do. This song says it all out of Sunset Boulevard to the Academy awards.
In case I don't see 'ya...good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!
Yesterdays Booze: 5 pints of lager, 4 pints of Aspinall Cider
Today's Soundtrack: The Stones / Mick Jagger
"Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall"
Measure for measure 2.1.42
So as expected the US data was pony, (pony and trap = crap, for any non-London readers). I knew this would be the case, but still failed to make any money because The Dow inexplicably rose on the news, before returning to rationale thought and selling off. There was then a mad spike at the end of the trading day, I should have remembered that trading on the last day of the month, before a US holiday, always involves the office workers doing "window dressing" for their accounts. Maybe next week will be better, Monday is bound to be dead as the UK traders often turn into Victorian maids without US traders to follow. The main problem for me is that it is shockingly clear by now how little knowledge was gained in the recent credit crunch. Bankers are being paid more than ever, interest rates remain at all time lows and the banks now follow a strategy of becoming too big to fail, witness Santander who have clearly decided being the European equivalent of Citicorp is the only way to guarantee government support. The Volcker plan is a joke and on Friday Morgan Stanley announced plans to hire upto five hundred bankers to sell "jumbo mortgages" and structured deals to clients, even though when Lehman collapsed it was generally acknowledged that the merging of investment and retail banking was a bad idea all round and that structured finance was the villain of the piece.
I have other concerns to worry about, the Stalker is back in town and demanding to see me - her strategy is to ignore my bad behaviour. The thing is just having her roaming around, (she has a key to my place), makes me feel uncomfortable. I make a special effort not to drink in front of her. Not because I am a pussy but because of the amount of distress it causes her. It is exactly the same when my mother is in the country. The Stalker is a remarkable woman but she and I have very little in common, (apart from both of us loving me). She does have a habit of making me feel guilty, and then failing to see why I resent her. Just because she chose to embrace responsibility, that's not my fault. She should know by now I am the opposite. I have avoided responsibility all my life. My experience with women, and I don't know if other men have found this, is that you can't shake them until they find some other guy - then its like you never existed. The Lunatic is just like that whenever I am plagued with e-mails from her, I know she is single, when I don't hear from her then she must be in a relationship. I sort of wish the Stalker would give someone else a go. Her and I cannot keep picking at the same wounds.
Yesterday I was listening to more Stones and Jagger solo stuff. The top five songs I listened to:
Almost Hear You Sigh - From Steel Wheels, a much underrated album, in my opinion. It is the album that kicked in the modern, corporate age of the Rolling Stones. This song is so smooth and slick but also has a lot of emotion. "What'll I do without you, They say that life goes on. I'm feeling sorry for myself, can't believe your gone". the flamenco style guitar break from Keith is unexpected. He is a great blues guitarist but no Clapton or Page.
Just Another Night - From She's The Boss, It could be a Stones song and really reminds me of Missing You. Mick Jagger wants to be regarded as a solo star so much, Like McCartney or Lennon. To me the Stones don't really function individually and its all based around Jagger, Richards and Charlie Watts. This is a great song, though and reminds me mostly of watching Live Aid on a ship of the West African coast. "I'm a stranger in this town, Can't I have my ups and downs. Can't you see that I'm human"?
Brown Sugar - Possibly the most politically incorrect song in the world. I have had few black girlfriends but quite a lot of Asian and Latin women. My brother used to think it was sexual imperialism, not at all, I don't see much difference between Asian women or English women, its just the type of girl that physically appeals to me is dark. No one makes the same assumptions about men who are attracted to Scandinavian type blonde's.
How Can I Stop - This song is an obvious choice for someone like me, "You offer me all your love and sympathy, Sweet affection baby, It's killing me". I am not as whiny as I seem though in real life, whilst I have a flair for the dramatic I am not a person who appears troubled - although most seasoned bar tenders know that someone that drinks a bottle of vodka at ten am probably has some issues. "How could I stop once I start", more importantly why would I stop? If I am going to be half a man, then I would rather take my chances.
Lonely At The Top - A great song about ambition. I only really think about things from the male perspective but I am sure women have the same dreams and ambitions that men do. This song says it all out of Sunset Boulevard to the Academy awards.
In case I don't see 'ya...good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!
Thursday 1 July 2010
The Sugar Tax
Today's P&L: GBP 670.00
Today's Booze: 3 pints of Kronenbourg 1664, 2 pints of Organic Cider, 3 shots of Vodka
Today's Soundtrack: 80's Again, (hey it's my era).
So, Tate &Lyle are selling their sugar business to some American company for just over two hundred million pounds. Another iconic company disappears. Well they will continue to exist but only as a company producing additives for processed food, which sounds a revolting business to be in - even worse than being a bond trader. Tate & Lyle, before they had to take responsibility for rotting the nations teeth where one of those Victorian style companies with a social responsibility but rather than just provide housing and social welfare for their workers they founded the Tate Gallery, they also provided social spaces for the public such as Lyle park near their massive sugar refinery in Silvertown, see how long that waterside factory lasts under American ownership. The company claims that they will benefit shareholders by paying down debt and that competing sugar producers made the business unviable, but two hundred million seems very little for a business that has assets in the UK alone, ignoring the Singapore business, the American business and its Caribbean business. If I was around I'd look forward to seeing the new apartments on Sugar Wharf, which just happens to be a stones throw from the City airport. Still the ground under the factory must be quite polluted I imagine by maintaining a promise to invest in the borough, the new owners will have it cleaned on the expense of Newham Council.
Weird day trading today, I was out early in the morning for a load of blood tests and walking back decided to buy a mop,(I know,I know domesticated me). The US data came out which was as bad as expected and the market went up. An hour later when cash trading opened it settled down and turned rather more negative. People are beginning to realise if there is no job growth in the US, there is unlikely to be a consumer-lead recovery. Anyway I cleared a few hundred and decided to stop trading, although I will keep at least one spread betting broker open in case anything dramatic happens after Europe closes.
Today I was listening to more eighties music. The top five songs I listened to:
Joe le Taxi - Love this song but I only have a vague idea of what it is about as I don't speak French. Only the French would consider it appropriate to have a thirteen year old girl driving in a cab in Paris with an Algerian taxi driver. Still Mrs Depp had a good, though limited voice or maybe just everything sounds better in French.
Small Town - John Mellencamp. This song speaks to me of what it must be like to grow up in the middle of nowhere, I imagine endless miles of cornfields and trying to be the best at football or whatever so you don't have to grow up working on your daddies farm. At the same time their must be something so comforting about a place where everyone knows you. For me anywhere less than ten million people seems a small town. The Stalker asked if I wanted to go up to Liverpool or Glasgow as they seem to have so memories and I just knew I would find them limiting. Still who knows might be nice to see some of the places I lived in before.
Rock Me Amadaeus - The madcap Austrian Falco, anyone who was around then will remember how Amadeus was such a huge movie. The video for this song is great Falco who was a great musician, (der Kommisar, Jennie), Normally looks so suave and when he walks into the biker bar dressed as Mozart would, you know he is for real. Then he returns to his usual smooth self. The Extended mix is best.
Against All Odds - Today was a good day, but my brooding nature is never too far away. A Phil Collins record, I could be deported for less, but lets put it in perspective. I did used to be a banker although not when this was released.And I also got into this song because of the great film it was in. James Woods was always one of my favourite actors and back then I had such a crush on Rachel Ward. The car chase scene sums up how I lived most of my late twenties to mid thirties - breakneck speed. And the scenes in Mexico remind me of the heat and passion I found when I slowed down, although I never went to those Aztec pyramids, looks like it may be another for the bucket list.
I Say A Little Prayer - the Bomb The Bass remix, nothing like Dionne Warwick, this song starts off with an icy cold relentless drum pattern and the, fabulous female singer breaks in. In my imagination, the girl works in a chemist or something in Peckham or some other dump and she spends her time wishing she could have the chances to break out.
In case I don't see 'ya...good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!
Today's Booze: 3 pints of Kronenbourg 1664, 2 pints of Organic Cider, 3 shots of Vodka
Today's Soundtrack: 80's Again, (hey it's my era).
So, Tate &Lyle are selling their sugar business to some American company for just over two hundred million pounds. Another iconic company disappears. Well they will continue to exist but only as a company producing additives for processed food, which sounds a revolting business to be in - even worse than being a bond trader. Tate & Lyle, before they had to take responsibility for rotting the nations teeth where one of those Victorian style companies with a social responsibility but rather than just provide housing and social welfare for their workers they founded the Tate Gallery, they also provided social spaces for the public such as Lyle park near their massive sugar refinery in Silvertown, see how long that waterside factory lasts under American ownership. The company claims that they will benefit shareholders by paying down debt and that competing sugar producers made the business unviable, but two hundred million seems very little for a business that has assets in the UK alone, ignoring the Singapore business, the American business and its Caribbean business. If I was around I'd look forward to seeing the new apartments on Sugar Wharf, which just happens to be a stones throw from the City airport. Still the ground under the factory must be quite polluted I imagine by maintaining a promise to invest in the borough, the new owners will have it cleaned on the expense of Newham Council.
Weird day trading today, I was out early in the morning for a load of blood tests and walking back decided to buy a mop,(I know,I know domesticated me). The US data came out which was as bad as expected and the market went up. An hour later when cash trading opened it settled down and turned rather more negative. People are beginning to realise if there is no job growth in the US, there is unlikely to be a consumer-lead recovery. Anyway I cleared a few hundred and decided to stop trading, although I will keep at least one spread betting broker open in case anything dramatic happens after Europe closes.
Today I was listening to more eighties music. The top five songs I listened to:
Joe le Taxi - Love this song but I only have a vague idea of what it is about as I don't speak French. Only the French would consider it appropriate to have a thirteen year old girl driving in a cab in Paris with an Algerian taxi driver. Still Mrs Depp had a good, though limited voice or maybe just everything sounds better in French.
Small Town - John Mellencamp. This song speaks to me of what it must be like to grow up in the middle of nowhere, I imagine endless miles of cornfields and trying to be the best at football or whatever so you don't have to grow up working on your daddies farm. At the same time their must be something so comforting about a place where everyone knows you. For me anywhere less than ten million people seems a small town. The Stalker asked if I wanted to go up to Liverpool or Glasgow as they seem to have so memories and I just knew I would find them limiting. Still who knows might be nice to see some of the places I lived in before.
Rock Me Amadaeus - The madcap Austrian Falco, anyone who was around then will remember how Amadeus was such a huge movie. The video for this song is great Falco who was a great musician, (der Kommisar, Jennie), Normally looks so suave and when he walks into the biker bar dressed as Mozart would, you know he is for real. Then he returns to his usual smooth self. The Extended mix is best.
Against All Odds - Today was a good day, but my brooding nature is never too far away. A Phil Collins record, I could be deported for less, but lets put it in perspective. I did used to be a banker although not when this was released.And I also got into this song because of the great film it was in. James Woods was always one of my favourite actors and back then I had such a crush on Rachel Ward. The car chase scene sums up how I lived most of my late twenties to mid thirties - breakneck speed. And the scenes in Mexico remind me of the heat and passion I found when I slowed down, although I never went to those Aztec pyramids, looks like it may be another for the bucket list.
I Say A Little Prayer - the Bomb The Bass remix, nothing like Dionne Warwick, this song starts off with an icy cold relentless drum pattern and the, fabulous female singer breaks in. In my imagination, the girl works in a chemist or something in Peckham or some other dump and she spends her time wishing she could have the chances to break out.
In case I don't see 'ya...good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!
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