I am working like the crazy man I am, and have not been to bed before two for the past four days, up at six. So I apologise to my one demented reader for my lack of blogging. As I understand it, the world has stopped, and my readership has been reduced to rocking backward and forward in front of the special rubber screen in the big house with the Terry Wogan show on an electronic loop.
Never fear, I'll be back. I'm trying to set in place a series of contracts so that I don't have to worry about money next year and just pay down the last of the debt before the interest rates that will follow on stagflation start to bite. It does involve a huge amount of work for small sums, but small sums pay bills on time, whereas the big fees used to come sporadically. If I want something more than a series of feasts and famine with the odd moment staring at the last can of beans in the cupboard, I have to put my shoulder to the wheel. Well, that's what I told myself in October, and grinding though it is there is a certain reward in it.
It's my own fault, I should have bought gold ten years ago. At the time, one of my Chinese students did apparently refer to me as 'goldfinger', which was no doubt an unfair translation of the celestial. Here's a video about modern banking practices.