Today's P&L: GBP 0.00
Today's Booze: 2 Pints of Aspinalls Cider
Today's Soundtrack: The Waterboys
Have only been dabbling in trading recently, a bad move. To trade you have to stay informed but I have just had other things on my mind. Since I last posted, Greece has accepted the inevitable and decided its car-crash economy needs aid and, surprise, surprise, someone has suggested that Goldman Sachs sometimes acts fraudulently. Both of these events had a sickening certainty that makes me want to shake the people who doubted them. Anyone who has found themselves as one of Goldmans lower tier customers and finished a trade wondering what happened to their shirts knows what I mean. I don't mind Goldmans sharp practices, back in the nineties Citi used to be the same in the foreign exchange markets, but the arrogance is annoying. As for Greece, well I suppose putting a bail-out plan into place is much the same as carrying a gun. Don't do it unless you are prepared to use it. For what its worth I remain pessimistic over the long-term future of the Euro, despite it strengthening on the rescue plan. I see EUR/USD dropping to about 1.20 in the next year.
My leg is still troubling me and continues to weep, the quacks, (who I am rapidly losing faith in), say it is normal in such a large wound. As for my enormous belly, i had a few x-rays and tests and the ineffectual doctors just said it is a build up of fluid caused be me not taking some medication and it may need drained soon, sounds like more fun for a hospital phobe like me.
The soundtrack today was The Waterboys, one of my favourite bands, or maybe I am just drawn to Mike Scott and his blend of madness and genius.
Too Close To Heaven - Twelve and a half minutes of genius. "All your trouble will be over, so will your pain, you are gonna see those blue skies bursting right through the rain, The higher you climb, the lower you fall,You got too close to heaven, that's all". When I met the Stalker again at the beginning of last year, I didn't know if I should do it. I know she had been through some rough times during her cancer treatment, but I was nervous, (not a feeling I am used too), because I knew she expected me to be the same as I was eighteen years ago. It sounds stupid but people have the expectation I never change. She was bound to be disappointed and she said after a few large Tequilas that I had lost the look in my eyes that made me different from everyone else. I think about that when I hear this song.
Love That Kills - I think I have been in love, you know that heart-stopping bolt from the blue kind of love that transcends affection. I guess you only really know it when it happens to you.
Good Man Gone - A weary song, the kind you listen too when you are just about ready to give up. I have that feeling more than I should. "My eyes are like two troopers in a foxhole. I'm doing things I used to know were wrong. I've hurt all my friends
and I'll do it again. Lord, where's the good man gone"?
The Whole Of The Moon - The crowd-pleaser. This is the song that the record company wanted Mike Scott to write over and over again. He is not a man to pander to popular opinion. I love this song because it contrasts the view of someone with their feet firmly on the ground with that of someone who is truly living. "I spoke about wings
you just flew, I wondered, I guessed, and I tried, you just knew. I sighed but you swooned". "I was grounded, while you filled the skies, I was dumbfounded by truth, you cut through lies. I saw the rain-dirty valley, you saw Brigadoon, I saw the crescent, you saw the whole of the moon"!
Rags - Seems like no matter how much I try I always end up hurting someone.
In case I don't see 'ya...good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!
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Sunday, 25 April 2010
Friday, 26 February 2010
Its Just a Flesh Wound
Todays P&L: GBP 0.00
Todays Booze: I don't want to say I would give my right leg for a drink, but...
Todays soundtrack: The rheumy coughs, snores and grunts from my fellow inmates
Well, after hoping my latest leg injury would "just go away", I finally had to admit defeat and jumped in a cab to the local hospital. Needless to say they incarcerated me quicker than an Indonesian Kopassus officer that you forgot to give "tea money to". After deciding I didn't have some bizarre flesh eating disease, they decided to take me down to surgery and appear to have lopped off half my right calf. I am currently awaiting the plastic surgery team to decide when they are going to give me a skin graft. Seems this is going to be a far more visible scar than the myriad little scars and nicks that decorate my body. As I don't know what caused the rather disgusting infection, (think cabin fever), I shall have to make up a story to go with it. The problem is my life is already so weird that I don't normally make up stories to impress the girls, (why else would God have given us mouths if not to tell lies to girls)? I was thinking of telling everyone I was attacked by a man-eating shark while surfing in Australia, but everyone knows I have never been to Australia and that my almost permanent garb of a black linen/cashmere suit is not ideal surfing kit.
A few kind readers have recently commented on helping me out of my manic depressive mood, thanks to everyone who was concerned. Oddly I don't regard myself as a depressed person. I have a sort of studied gloominess, but I have seen enough crap lives in this world to not really wallow in self-pity, well apart from when I am drunk and listening to my favourite sad songs. I definitely come from the, "straighten up and fly right", sort of background. My parents have never heard of things such as bi-polar disorder and would certainly regard it as voodoo psychology. as I have said in the past, this blog is possibly the only place I would reveal my true feelings, although I once told some of my life story to someone sitting next to me in a bar - it probably doesn't count as it was a stuffed Gorilla. So anyway to anyone who was concerned about my whining - don't worry, I will be hopping out of this "institution" soon enough and back to my usual self.
So I missed a weeks trading, probably just as well, although annoyingly I had called it pretty right. The Euro is now being targeted by the mega hedge funds who are taking bets through the options markets. They seem to think a one for one parity with the dollar is on the cards and I can't disagree. Although I am more negative, in my opinion if a member of the Euro zone defaults on its debt. Then the whole Euro project could go up in flames. The pound should be gaining on this but our own bad finances and the political comedy we currently enjoy are putting paid to that. Perhaps I am just really insensitive but the idea of civil servants being bullied by Gordon Brown seems pathetic to me. I am all for stopping little kids being bullied at school but phoning a help line when your a grown up and saying my boss is picking on me seems a little wet. Maybe the working environment I used to enjoy encouraged it so much that it was unnoticeable. You do sometimes hear about bullying in the workplace but it is usually close to the words "constructive dismissal" and "out of court settlement".
Todays Booze: I don't want to say I would give my right leg for a drink, but...
Todays soundtrack: The rheumy coughs, snores and grunts from my fellow inmates
Well, after hoping my latest leg injury would "just go away", I finally had to admit defeat and jumped in a cab to the local hospital. Needless to say they incarcerated me quicker than an Indonesian Kopassus officer that you forgot to give "tea money to". After deciding I didn't have some bizarre flesh eating disease, they decided to take me down to surgery and appear to have lopped off half my right calf. I am currently awaiting the plastic surgery team to decide when they are going to give me a skin graft. Seems this is going to be a far more visible scar than the myriad little scars and nicks that decorate my body. As I don't know what caused the rather disgusting infection, (think cabin fever), I shall have to make up a story to go with it. The problem is my life is already so weird that I don't normally make up stories to impress the girls, (why else would God have given us mouths if not to tell lies to girls)? I was thinking of telling everyone I was attacked by a man-eating shark while surfing in Australia, but everyone knows I have never been to Australia and that my almost permanent garb of a black linen/cashmere suit is not ideal surfing kit.
A few kind readers have recently commented on helping me out of my manic depressive mood, thanks to everyone who was concerned. Oddly I don't regard myself as a depressed person. I have a sort of studied gloominess, but I have seen enough crap lives in this world to not really wallow in self-pity, well apart from when I am drunk and listening to my favourite sad songs. I definitely come from the, "straighten up and fly right", sort of background. My parents have never heard of things such as bi-polar disorder and would certainly regard it as voodoo psychology. as I have said in the past, this blog is possibly the only place I would reveal my true feelings, although I once told some of my life story to someone sitting next to me in a bar - it probably doesn't count as it was a stuffed Gorilla. So anyway to anyone who was concerned about my whining - don't worry, I will be hopping out of this "institution" soon enough and back to my usual self.
So I missed a weeks trading, probably just as well, although annoyingly I had called it pretty right. The Euro is now being targeted by the mega hedge funds who are taking bets through the options markets. They seem to think a one for one parity with the dollar is on the cards and I can't disagree. Although I am more negative, in my opinion if a member of the Euro zone defaults on its debt. Then the whole Euro project could go up in flames. The pound should be gaining on this but our own bad finances and the political comedy we currently enjoy are putting paid to that. Perhaps I am just really insensitive but the idea of civil servants being bullied by Gordon Brown seems pathetic to me. I am all for stopping little kids being bullied at school but phoning a help line when your a grown up and saying my boss is picking on me seems a little wet. Maybe the working environment I used to enjoy encouraged it so much that it was unnoticeable. You do sometimes hear about bullying in the workplace but it is usually close to the words "constructive dismissal" and "out of court settlement".
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