Don't knock the Baldhead
I was going to get back into blogging this week by posting a long and considered analysis of the continued sub-prime farago and the credit crunch but I guess you might not be in the mood for it right now. Instead I thought I would ask you a few questions about some other stuff that may be even more interesting and pertinent.
I have spent the past few weeks alternating between despair and excitement as I watched the meltdown in the world financial markets. Believe it or not it has a direct impact on what we do and on everything we work for. Somehow it seems bizarre that the mistakes of a few (and they are a few) greedy bastards on Wall St can have such a profound impact on the lives of people across the globe but then that is what globalisation is all about. ... The Butterfly effect in action.
At the same time we need to remember that there are some things in life that are not reliant on the actions of others - no matter how powerful. We are all masters of our own destiny to a greater or lesser degree and it is no good blaming Bear Sterns for our own penury and idiocy.
I thought I would let you in on an email from my best friend. A dear, deluded and somewhat deranged nutter who spends his time in East Asia working on aid programmes for various governments.
Here is what he sent me this morning and my reply. Enjoy:
"Got pissed last nite and let my tranny hairdresser give me a number 1 !! (to help lose weight ha ha). Lip up fatty, this is the skinhead i wanted when I was 13 but was too scared. Only thing is I now need to wear a hat as am liable for sunstroke.
The continuing life and crimes of pw......."
My reply
hahahahahaha
I know the feeling
I went to a barbers in London once - italian geezer - no english
He asked me what I wanted I said No3 at the back and he proceeded to
carve a swathe right through my lovely locks from back to front. I
looked like an ethnic peach! So I shaved the rest off and went back to
Tara looking like an extra from Trainspotting. To make matters worse I
had a spot on my forehead the size of a belisha beacon.
It grows back.
Make the most of being scary. You get better seats on the bus
