Area 136

Like many of our local authorities, I too have lost money in Iceland.

Oh yes.

It could really fuck up my future.

I was leaning over the freezer cabinet to get some mushy peas and a fiver fell out of my pocket.

Some chav is probably living the high life on cheap cider right this minute.

Damn him.

A post of no importance is about to follow, so go do something else now.

I have been doing loads of work related crap today, and due to this pc being so crap it has taken a while. Internet access was so slow it was a struggle to open the site or my emails so in frustration I gave in and did some work.

But now, thanks to the magic of reboot computer, delete loads of stuff off my desktop, disk clean up and people going early for the weekend, thus lowering the demand on the net connection, I am here!

Yeah I know, big fucking deal.

Still, at least it looks like I am working. (the difference between me working and blogging at my computer consists mainly of me swearing slightly more when I am working, and looking a lot more pissed off. But don’t tell anyone)

Now I would just like to know, this thing about local authorities loosing money that they had stashed in Icelandic banks – why do local authorities have money to save up in foreign banks! Is that not money raised from us, council tax and the like? And if they have it, and heaps of it too so it seems, why are they not using it to make our lives better. In fact, if they have that much knocking around “spare” does it not prove that we are being overcharged by the bastards?

I know my grip on politics and finance is childish and ill informed, but still – what the fuck is going on people?

In other news, IZ FRIDAY - HENJOY!

Last night at home, the only liquid to pass my lips was about three pints of water. No booze of any description was had at all that evening, although I did have a couple of pints at lunchtime.

I even went to bed at the reasonable (given my bed times lately) time of 01.00.

And I got to sleep fairly quickly, had no bad dreams and slept through till the alarm on my phone went of at 05.45.

And I woke up feeling like I had a hangover!

HOW DOES THAT WORK EXACTERMALLY!

I had a headache and felt very “urgh” for want of a better term.

Hmmm, obviously living a sober and virtuous life does not agree with me.

Feel better now though.

Probably because I have just purchased a guitar magazine and can sit at lunchtime lusting over the curvy shiny things therein……..