It’s become obvious that we allowed the banks and governments to create a financial system that would implode instantly if everybody tried to pay their debts.
This seems to be a result of banks creating money out of thin air. The reasoning seems to be that having £100 and the name “bank” is sufficient to allow them to lend £1000 to anybody, should they be in the mood.
I contend that there is, in fact, no money anwhere, and that the whole of Europe is worth less than nothing.
This inherently inflationary system actually *depends* on debt (they like us to talk about ‘credit’ but actually, it’s just debt – that’s marketing for you). Without debt, the system dies!
How did we let that happen?
2011 is disappearing under my nose. This is not a Good Thing…
Christmas is done and dusted. I’ve even hoovered.
Now for New Year – and happily I shall be snuggled up in bed when 2011 lands in this house.
My last day of annual leave over the festive period was today – and I was pondering just how much ‘annual leave’ was really that… and how much was sick leave… and what happens to annualised hours when one is sick. I figure it makes no difference to anything whether I was on hols or ill. It’s just a bit annoying that I manage to be ill in my own time over and over again.
Poorly before Christmas (four days of leave, poorly for all of them despite functioning of necessity). Poorly after Christmas (three days of leave, poorly for at least one, kids poorly overnight trashing another… so one day of leave which was useful and I did chores!)
Ah well. 2011 must be a healthier year. I intend to lose weight. I’m not sure entirely how but I think it’ll involve walking the hound more often.
Best wishes to all and sundry who happen upon this blog. Especially to sundry.
Happy 2011 folks… night night!
Two weeks of ‘no comment’ on the X Factor. How remiss of me. Alternatively, how pants has the X Factor been?
Admittedly I could have written something last week – poor old Wagner, his time came… but I suspect Mary will be next to go.
Wand Erection are in for the long game, sadly, because 7+ year old girls think they’re lovely (?!)
Matt Cardle still has it. He can still paint my walls magnolia any day – as long as he sings me lovely songs and goes home before bedtime.
Aiden’s gone. Yee-harr. Whoop whoop whoop. The newspaper that said he could sing “Happy Birthday” and have you hiding behind your hands was absolutely right. Poor Aiden. I hope he feels better soon… and doesn’t pursue a career in the pop world which he really isn’t right for.
By contrast, Matt and Rebecca were both just lovely again. Why don’t they get rid of all the other contestants and just have Matt and Rebecca singing lots and lots between now and Christmas and then declare it a draw?
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Most of the time it’s water of a duck’s back. Most of the time it doesn’t even register on the annoyance scale because I’m so used to it. But sometimes the rubbish that people spout in the ED when trying to justify their abuse of an emergency service for a non-emergency problem is really irritating.
“I’ve got a weakness in my spine: I had back pain five years ago and a chiropractor told me my spine was the wrong shape” There was no way I was going to be able to undo the rubbish embedded in this young (late 20s) patient’s head – nor would I be able to undo their determination to have a chronic problem. Having paid a chiropractor quite a lot of money to tell them this rubbish (and to ‘manipulate’ their spine into the correct shape) it was clear that the ‘free’ NHS was not much cop to this patient. Which begs the question, why on earth did they decide to visit an Emergency Department on a Sunday afternoon with a pain which had been present since last Tuesday and for which they had not tried even simple painkillers.
I could go on and on… yesterday’s list of ‘the patient as a consumer’ types was phenomenal. They seem to think they’ll come to an Emergency Department with a non-Emergency, be told what they want to hear, not have to even hear anything they don’t want to hear (I can’t make them follow my advice – but I do figure that if they’ve come to the ED to seek a professional’s opinion, I should give them my opinion?)… and, worst of all, get a note to excuse them from whatever part of life makes demands on them the following week.
“I could have been told that much by my GP”… well, yes, and you should have been as the problem you’re presenting to me is not an Emergency and therefore is outside my area of expertise. “But there aren’t any GPs at weekends” – oh how wrong… but they don’t like the out-of-hours service… or they (correctly) identify “but it’s not an emergency” failing to realise how stupid that comment is when they’re sitting in an Emergency Department.
At least I don’t have to do it all again today!
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are wicked. Blueberry and lemon first, then banana and mango, then apricot and cherry. But they’re all wicked.
That’s what the dog’s father said about tonight’s X-factor results show.
Both were dreadful, both should have gone, sadly only one could.
Cheryl wimped out of choosing and then, correctly, got left out of the vote altogether (so couldn’t send it to deadlock).
Yeee-harrr Wagner is through to ruin an Elton song next week – looking forward to all of it! What will Matt sing?? And surely there ain’t no rap for Cher in the Elton discography? Wooop wooop, it’s fab.
Gobsmackingly lovely: after the wonderful snippet of that song at boot camp he really did have to do it all. And he did. And he can do it again and again and again thanks to YouTube. And I’ve pre-ordered it from iTunes. And it was just lovely.
Okay. I eat some words. Cher sang an absolute blinder and was really really good. Doesn’t mean I like her. I don’t. But she sang really well and should get lots of votes for that.
Matt sang well; not as well as usual but I blame a ludicrous song choice. Why does Danni do that?! I like him anyway and he’ll get through anyway.
Rebecca was good, as usual – and looked better this week.
Aiden must go. Really must. Honestly. Really really truly madly awful.
Wand Erection were better than last week, Belle Ami were dreadful again. TreyC must go too – she’s just boring.
Katie was mad. Paije was good but, again, a lousy song choice. Mary was okay.
Who will go home? Well, the anti-x-factor folk will probably keep Wagner in. Tesco employees and the Irish will keep Mary in. Young girls will keep Wand Erection in. Matt will just stay there to the end, as will Rebecca.
I predict (and have been wrong almost every time I’ve predicted anything about x-factor) that Aiden and Belle Ami will be the bottom two. We’ll see.
