Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 25 October 2012
Whoopee! - Britain is out of the recession, and now we are all smugly sticking two fingers up to the Eurozone in the sure knowledge that growth of something like a half of 0.1% has been detected by super-sensitive, psychic gnomes, deep in the vaults beneath the Bank of England.
This wonderful news corresponds to an announcement by the UK government that they are going to make it harder for those out of work to claim benefits - especially if they wantonly produce more children they cannot afford to feed by having more sex than is good for them.
There was a time when the only real luxury a working man could afford was sex, but now that about 99% of all British industry has been sold off to foreign investors, he cannot even afford that. Real growth relies on export, but if you have nothing to export, you are somewhat... er... fucked.
As you have probably worked out by now, I am no financial expert, but even when I was a schoolboy and just about to spectacularly fail my maths O-Level, I smelt a rat at the introduction of The Common Market.
There have been economic carve-ups since the 'society' that Thatcher said did not exist existed, but when all the obstacles to unbridled greed were taken out of the way for good, we have witnessed the Mother Of All Carve-Ups.
Who are faring the best in today's hostile world? Those who actually make things. Real things. Things that you can actually see and feel and not just hear about from unfounded rumours of their existence.
There is still plenty of money out there to use for buying these things as well, as the success of the company, Dyson, attests to. We in the Bath area are lucky enough to have the Dyson headquarters situated close to us in nearby Malmesbury and Sir James himself living even closer, but we are spectacularly unlucky to have a combination of Bath City Council, Malmesbury Borough Council and Central Government to oversee and thwart every move he makes to benefit his community by disallowing planning permission for various altruistic projects such as the Design Academy, which could and would have been a centre of excellence - not just for this small area, but for the whole of the UK.
All government bodies in this country seem to think that the nation can be saved by the very same financial institutions which brought about it's ruin, if we only give them just a little more time and breathing-space so that they can squeeze every penny they can from those that they have already milked close to death, and who have no real way of paying by using real money made by real work in a real job. The banks don't even employ British people for their expensive-to-call-centres, preferring to pay a fraction of the wages to impoverished Indians, rather than the people they are trying to get the money from in the first - and last -place.
I seem to have got started again - I had better go and do my real job, making and restoring really luxurious items for real people.