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Friends and readers. The dream making machine that is within us all has on occasions as we are sure you will agree gone into overdrive and plunged you head first into utopia and a land of milk and honey.

No doubt many of our readers buy on a regular basis your ticket to paradise only as long as the six numbers you selected come up. The high of waiting for the draw is balanced by the low when you realise your dream is over for a little while anyway and it’s back to the hum drum of every day life.

But do the riches that await the lucky punter really give you the utopian dream you think you want or the start of a nightmare as many of the people who have publisised their win have found out to their cost.

New bigger house new bigger car bigger and better hoildays in the sun, possibly a membership to that golf club that you always thought you hankered for, but in reality is full of the bull shitting brigade who regard you as a piece of rough that got lucky.

And there we have it in a nutshell class ridden Britain so divided that even your own winning dream machine cannot cross it. The democratic rights of the individual to make as big an ass of him or herself as possible is enshrined in some sort of law somewhere is it not as our betters tut tut at the boorish behaviour of the underclasses.

It is your democratic right to live like a pig in shit because you were born into the bondage of the working classes, yet by some freak of nature for the few who lord it over the many a birth right hands them the keys of the kingdom of democracy. These are the very same ruling class who fought tooth and nail against every right that the average citizen won and then taxed them for the priviledge.

The bondage of the working class was meant to chain you to the treadmill for life paying for the honour of being ruled over by those that were handed power because their fore fathers were bigger and stronger and managed to kill much more easily and steal their way to the top of our society.

We now tug at our fore locks in reverance to their majestic presence and admire what they call their own when in reality they stole it from someone else. Many of our citizens never seem to get out of the bit as one demand after another comes at them, this bill that bill, this tax that tax, and respite may only come if you are lucky, if you can call it luck with two weeks on a crowdy beach in a second rate half board hotel on one of the Costa’s.

Is this what it’s really all for greasy badly cooked food and sun stroke all in the name of fun, makes a quite night in front of the telly seem like heaven in comparison.

The lot of the majority is a take it or leave it world. From the post office queue to the doctors surgery, with the fearsome receptionist demanding to know if you have an appointment and if not you will have to make one and a doctor is not available for another 6 months, so hard lines, but if you are really needy then you can take your chance at the open surgery which opens at 8.30am but the queue starts about 7.00am in the morning so if you are not quick you could be in a queue that stretches round the corner were you can have a chat with one of the assistants who works in Scotmid who has just nipped out for a fag bemoaning the fact that her six numbers didn’t come up the previous night but she was close, never mind there is always next time.

Yes dear friends as we avoid the dog shit that decorates our pavements all colours of the rainbow we can dream of better days where we can all have fun in the sun and eat half cooked hamburgers with grease ladden chips, a mouth watering prospect and a definate gut buster. Better still dear friends a visit to our local chemist is an appetising prospect, never in the history of queues has there been one slower than this it makes the queue in Scotmid seem positively sprint like in comparison. 

All the wonders of the modern age awaits you in this shop of horrors, perfumes that your granny would refuse to adorn herself with assistants from a bygone age with two speeds dead slow and stop. Oh yes we have it all in a moments glance, the doctors surgery in Boswall Parkway with it’s regular patrons, and the odd ligitimate patient, Scotmid on Crewe Road North where the prices seem to rise on an hourly basis and it’s neighbour the people friendly Chemist where the shout of ‘ Do you pay for your perscription’ can be heard streets away as the battle scarred assistant who has seen it all hands over the pills to cure your ills after shouting your name at the top of her voice, ‘Mrs——  your valium is ready take ten a day and more if you need to now mind and don’t drink alcohol’, ’and by the way did you see Scotmid has got a great deal on it’s Vodka’.

Ah yes dear friends all is there in the tapestry of life, no need to go further afield to enjoy the sights and sounds of everyday life in suburbia. As the queue for the open surgery meanders it’s way from Scotmid round the corner and you begin to smell the fresh-well that’s just a rumour- of Mathisons the bakers delighful pies and sausage rolls and did you know dear friends they have gone continental with curry pies isn’t that so keeping up with our new European image. As you take in the smell of something or other the worst bank in the city opens it’s doors for business where we are told you have to have an account just to get change, hows that for customer service.

With it’s ever reliable broken down cash machine and the frustrated punters inside this giant of the banking world it makes the open surgery queue seem that little bit more bearable as you smile at someone elses misfortune. If you are very lucky you will get into the surgery before the cut off time which is ten oclock, which of course means dear friends that you may have been in the queue for an eternity and have caught every form of flu as you tried to stave off the biting cold wind that sweeps round Boswall Parkway to Crewe Road North, but to no avail our people trained receptionist stands arms folded at the entrance of the surgery with they shall not pass look in her eyes.

It was rumoured unconfirmed of course that very recently a patient or nearly a patient arrived at the surgery doubled over in pain, and when the receptionist finished playing with the computor asked what was the matter, our plucky patient replied ‘I think it’s my appendix’ with a rapid responce almost rapier like our ever ready receptionist replied with a cutting yet sympathetic tone ‘You will have to wait in the queue like everone else’ once more dear friends we witness life at the sharp end of the NHS were peoples needs come first as long as they are prepared to queue for ever.

The out of date magazines have a certain nostalgic feel to them as we thumb through back copies of readers digest and National Geographic, and look above at where once a TV sat but now just an empty space as one intrepid patient helped themselves as a form of compensation for having to wait for so long to get a sick line backdated 6 months.

Friends and relatives you didn’t even know existed meet as they wait and wait and wait to be seen for all of 30 seconds by a GP who is exhausted by 9.30am, and needs their own script to keep going. This is life in the fast lane this is what dreams are really made of something six numbers can’t buy. 

So next time you sit in front of the telly with your ticket ready to leap through the roof remember there is some things money can never buy. 

Friends and readers. You may have read our article on HR Departments, and for those who don’t know or just don’t give a dam HR stands for Human Resources or in old fashioned money Personal Department.

For those poor unfortunate souls who have had an experience with HR,  probably bad we sympathise. These labotomised lab rats like nothing better than to subject an employee to a  good old fashioned humiliation. This is where HR shines and comes into it’s own. Public flogging would be their first choice or indeed a dimly lit street type mugging would come high on their list of punishments they would like to carry out.

HR strikes fear into the hearts of the average employee and many abandon hope once entering into the demon towers occupied by the robotic machines that is the staff of HR.

No thought of redundanacy for them, they are needed to torture other employees and make them suffer until they squeeze the last drop of blood from them or they commit hari kari. No thought of support or care from this mob of villians quite the opposite inflict pain and plenty of it and then try and disguise it by mooting the excuse of trying to find the truth.

HR are not remotely interested in the truth that might show an employee completely innocent of any cobbled together alleagation, so heads you lose tails you lose because if HR even considered that an employee was innocent they would make something up to fit their thinking.

So what is the poor employee to do. As soon as HR get a hold of you, you are guilty as cobbled together charged.  Only one thing for it head them off at the pass, by taking them on at their own game. head to head and be not afraid as fear shown to HR will consume them with even more vigor in an attempt to bury you in a mountain of rules and regulations, most of which they made up themselves or interperate them the way they choose.

A fight to the finish is always the best advice give no ground to them stand firm and upright with a glint of steel in your eyes, and think things out as be sure HR will have done their homework on you with determination to get something on you, or put something there that they think should be there.

Fight on dear friends and fear not the grim reaper of HR, their sythe is only as sharp as they think it is. Most often it is blunt so they have to hit the employee until they give in.  

Friends and readers. Where did it all go wrong? How on earth was this allowed to happen? Who took their eye off the ball? Did Joe ordinary ever have any kind of a handle on a situation that was kept behind the closed and hallowed doors by the great and the good of the financial world.

Currency speculators, mortgage debt buyers who helped plunged the world into this economic disaster alongside their friends who bought and sold peoples lives hopes and dreams on the floor of the Stock Exchange, all this based on the common principle of greed and dam the concequences.

The previous Bush administration in America which was riddled with corruption and incompetence together with their complete lack of principles towards their own people contrived to bring the world headlong into disaster.

It didn’t matter that millions could end up on skid row with holes in their pockets shouting Buddy can you spare a dime, no indeed dear friends not as long as the financial wheeling dealing on Wall Street long since elevated to near saint hood was left unregulated and free to ruin as many lives as possible, ordinary lives of ordinary people whose main aim in life was to try and provide a decent standard of living for themselves and their families.

These very same Joe ordinaries who provide the means by which all this wheeling dealing can go on are always in the front line and are always the first casualties. No pity nor solace is given as they are thrown on to the scrape heap and held directly responsible for the greed and mismanagement of a few individuals who prostituted themselves at the altar of capitalism and then ran away leaving others to pay the tab.

Families, across  the world are in the grip of and suffering from this worshiping of greed is good and lunch is for wimps mentality. The Gordon Geko’s of this world are boils that need to be lanced and then disinfected with law and regulation preventing their utter contempt for honour or principle something that in their eyes is tantamount to swearing.

This dear friends requires back bone from politicians something of which is in very short supply, and historically always has been. Our Government has shown the way by discarding what little backbone they had and allowed our banks and yes believe it or not we the people do own them, to pay themselves once more the sheer obsenity of bonuses which more than leaves a bad taste in the mouths of decent ordinary people who find themselves very close to if not already on the breadline.

This situation is so incredible it’s hard to contemplate such utter hypocracy and a direct kick in the teeth to the very people whose money was used to get these banks out of the mess that they themselves created. The trickle down effect to the most basic of public sevices will become clearer as the year goes on. Cuts here there and everywhere and once again Joe punter will bear the brunt as they consistently do.

We the people have watched powerless as our rulers and their pals have hung drawn and quartered us and scattered the pieces to the four winds. We the people have been cast adrift in rough seas with no food or water and then told land may be sighted sometime so don’t worry as when we send the doves out to retrive the first shoots of recovery all will be well and land once more will surface.

We the people must declare that we the victims  and the sufferers of the pain inflicted by the few demand the rights that we are told we have but cannot exercise. We the people have a right to be heard in the hallowed and sacred corridors of that most select and private of clubs where by birth you were given the right to rule by force if necessary but by school tie if unchallenged, and we the people demand to be heard in those financial warrens where our lives are bought and sold for less than 40 pieces of silver.   

Friends and readers. In the dark and dimly lit streets of wunderbar Wardieburn there is a creeping figure which awaits the unsuspecting punters of Wardie of the Burn. This shadowy figure with the sharpened claws is none other than the Provie man together with his appreciating percentage rate waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting ingenu.

In and out the dusty bluebells the punters do scatter as the Provie man chases his victims with promises of goodies a plenty at vastly inflated prices but it’s okay we’ll lend you the dosh at a mere 100% interest what a bargain.

The firing squads of debt collectors are at the ready just in case the lucky punters default on their Provie loan or even better a quick top up just to get you further into debt isn’t that just brill.

The man from the Provie casts a long menacing shadow which covers our beloved area and darkens the sky with the false promises of a quality of life you could never afford anywhere else. He lurks in corners impossible for anyone to spot as he waits to jump out on his next victim who has been picked at random from the phone book or court case names.

They can alternatively buy a list of names from those dreadful punters who call you from some foreign place trying to sell you everything from life insurance to a bargain second hand car which has only two previous owners an old lady and the British army.

This dear friends is the land of the Provie hit squads armed to the teeth with their application forms latest mobile phone ill fitting suits and squint ties, this is the uniform the unsuspecting punter has to be wary of. For if captured in the spiders web of Provie cheques your life will become their’s and you will forever be in the debt of the kingdom of Provie a far off land next to Oz which has it’s own wizard who can  conjure up interest rates that will make your hair turn white and age you instantly.

So dear friends when you follow this yellow brick road remember this the land of the Provie does not have the Providence you seek nor the wizard to give you heart brains or courage to defy the might of the grand vizar and his hit squads of Provie hench men. This dear friends is not the stuff of dreams and no Dorothy to meet you on the brick road to warn you of the sunny times of Provie land.

The Provie cheques may offer  a world of dreams and flat screen tellys but beware you will be paying for the telly long after the rubbish men have collected it alongside the mattresses and three piece suites that adorn the streets of Wardie of the Burn    

Friends and readers. When all the ingredients are put into the pot we should in theory be presented with some sort of end product once the ingredients have had time to blend.

This indeed is often not the case and a little sorceror’s slight of hand might be required. Dear friends the ingredients required to run manage and operate a stable currency through which all citizens can benefit has for all intense purposes ground to a halt and going backwards.

Some of the potted ingredients have been removed and with no replacements apparently in sight we are now told by every grey suited politician that can string two words together all will suffer who ever is elected to govern our country.

All that is except those able to ride out this current economic storm. The Torries of course as expected will protect their own pals and in fact have boldly announced that while public services and jobs will be slashed, inheritance tax will be reduced, now how egalitarian is that?

Services to those that depend on them for their quality of life will and be in no doubt despite what bullingdon boy Cameron tells us the public service sector hating Torries will cut and cut again and don’t particularly give a dam who suffers. So while Cameron and his elitist shadow Chancellor Osbourn argue over what and when both are of a mind that the public sector should be dismantled and sold off to their pals in the private sector.

Nothing will be protected and don’t forget dear friends the Torries have a track record for hammering anything with the word or meaning of public in it.

The next potential sorceror in the guise of Osbourn will offer words spoken with a forked tongue making thinly put together promises of front line services being protected while at the same time drawing up plans to use the army to man services should those dreadful working class types withdraw their labour, and remember dear friends they have a track record for that as well.

This treasonable little squirt Osbourn hates the thought of poverty not as a plague on society and ills which needs to be cured, but a hatred of those in poverty who he sees as scroungers or wasters who are a burden on those he worships and these are the very lot who he plans to benefit from a Tory administration, and the same lot that would not think twice about exploiting even further those who need support.

Is this really what we want for our nation more division than we already have and lots more greed than we already have.

No dear friends our nation is divided enough and harsh economic times amplifies those in difficulty and brings in a new generation of disenfranchised adding to the division in our nation. The easy thing to say is cut everything that moves, the right thing to do is invest in our greatest assets, our people.

Who dear friends will step forward and take up the batton of unity with a rebulid mentality instead of one of destruction.       

Friends and readers. What makes us tick. What is it in the human make up that keeps us from pushing the boundaries of democracy to include all that prevents us from breathing the air of contentment.

There is more to life than increasing it’s speed, while our lives are frittered away by detail, simplify simply simplify, while detail is designed to confuss and in cases boggle the minds of citizens who wish only to live in harmony and peace, await with trepidation the arrival of yet more demands on their already jam packed existances.

Machines of one sort or another have started to excert a ruling influence on our lives and we feel powerless if we don’t have the latest gizmo to contact the rest of the planet. Electronic lifestyles have become a way of life and our gadget cupboard is bare without the technalogical where with all to carry out our daily grind.

If you don’t have an e-mail address you are out in the cold, if you don’t have a mobile phone your soul is empty, if your computor crashes it’s the end of the world as we know it. The mobile phone has become the enemy of peace and quite, almost everywhere you go someones phone will ring with one of those dreadful ring tones that plague our lives. In many ways the mobile phone has become an extra limb for some people and they would not even go to the toilet without it even putting under their pillow at night just in case someone needs to talk to them at some ridiculas time.

It appears that if no-one rings you your life is empty and full of dread, and if you wish you can use the dreaded text facility which is almost akin to a dear john letter so souless is it’s meaning. but dear friends that is progress one step forward ten back, very soon we will all be drawing on cave walls again or building structures that resemble pyramids.

Wonder what it might have been like if Jesus had had a mobile phone or an ability to text his diciples, or better still an e-mail address  jc@heaven.com  wonder if biblical history would have been different. He didn’t and it wasn’t so what does it all mean for the future of mankind and our ability to disappear at a furious rate into the electronic world of anominity.

The art of converstaion is dying the human outreach work that is needed to understand each other has begun to vanish in a haze of texts and e-mails. the job of employment has decended into an electronic maze for which we cannot find or don’t want to find the exit. Can we exit stage left to a life worth more than an electronic existance and once more surface into the fresh air of humanity.  

Friends and readers. The freeze goes on and the energy companies continue to rub their hands together in glee at the thought of inflated bills poping through the letter boxes of the consumers. The horrendous cost of heating and lighting your home is frightening but the couldn’t care less attitude of Government and their pals at energy con UK continues unabated.

In truth these parasites would watch in comfort as those that struggle and there are many to pay their fuel bills, and not bat an eyelid that fuel poverty is a huge and ongoing issue in 21st century Britain. Money can be found in bucket loads to bail out the banks, so to wads of cash to pay for futile wars in far off lands, but little or nothing can be found to help those in need to ward off the real enemy, the fuel giants and their limitless greed.

Nobody it seems wants to take on the real war at home and smash the power of these all powerful energy companies. Those we elect to support and protect us are otherwise occupied and don’t appear to feel the need to end this incredible rip off and blatent robbery of the citizens of this country.

The price of fuel is the same for the rich as it is for the poor but it is to the poor and those that will struggle to pay these bills that this nation has a moral duty to protect. As with almost everything else the poor subsidise the rich so the great and the good can live in relative comfort while those that can least afford these falsely inflated fuel bills worry about wheather to heat or eat.

We will all know somebody who is having difficulty paying their fuel bills and that adds up to an awful lot of struggling people worried about the cost of staying alive during this lengthy cold spell. Our noble Government turn away from doing anything about this dreadful situation and avoid like the plague any talk of the subject.

The energy companies are free to push the cost of heating and lighting your home up as high as they like knowing Government will do nothing, and allow people to suffer without as much as word of compassion. You may remember some faceless politician when asked about fuel poverty remarked that those that struggled to pay their bills should put an extra sweater on, that dear friends is exactly the point we make they just don’t care and never have, you are on your own when it comes to fuel poverty.

Our nation lies in recession the worst in living memory but we see no help for those that have been hit the worst, these poor souls and they are a growing army will still have to pay the grossly inflated fuel bills and will be in trouble if they can’t. First and foremost their health is at stake if they go cold because of the fear of being unable to pay the bills on top of every other demand they face. Second and with out any kind of morality these blood sucking energy companies will not hesitate to cut you off if you can’t pay and then charge you a fee to re-connect if and when you can afford to do so.

Dear friends what kind of society do we live in that allows this obcenity to take place. What elected Government allows their people to go without heating and lighting putting their very lives in danger. What on earth has become of a nation that is so economically divided we almost take for granted that some of our citizens might die because they cannot afford to heat their homes.

Shame on this and every other Government that sits back and does nothing to help those in fuel poverty. Shame on this Government that spends billions on bailing out failed and greedy financial institutions that spent money as if it were going out of fashion and then turned out their pockets looking for handouts because their cupboard was bare. Shame on this Government that spends billions on futile wars designed to do God knows what and then turn away from those in this country that might really suffer because they are frightened to turn on their fires and heating for fear of the repercussions of the fuel bills coming through their letter boxes like the grim reaper coming to call.

Let us relax though comfortable in the thought that those elected to serve and protect will not have the worry of how to pay their fuel bills, their only worry is how to claim it back on expences and thats for their second home, ah yes life is sweet when you can afford to live it.     

Friends and readers. The glorious eccentricity of a life less ordinary can offer all sorts of possibilities. Our rulers encourage all manner of delights to supress us and keep the plebians from making to much fuss about their lot.

We have indeed the delights of the most awful TV programme ever devised Big Brother, peep hole TV with an orwellian theme. Who in their right mind would regard this trash as remotely entertaining yet it has drawn millions of viewers over it’s life span and created z list celebrities out of nonentities.

We or a section of the population take an overly keen interest in the lifes of others so it comes as no real suprise that this rubbish was so popular. Locker room sniggering couples with mundane housemates made watching paint dry look interesting in comparison.

But let us move on dear friends and not cry into our handkerchiefs on the demise of such garbage. Let us look and smile at some more of the dross that continues to supress the plebs and take their mind off real reality in the guise of entertainment.

We at Pilton Sucks are the first to enjoy the odd giggle but realise that it is not to be taken to seriously after all it’s just make believe isn’t it? Neighbours, bought in soap opera trash at it’s very worse, although Home and Away runs it close. This tosh makes Crossroads for those that can go that far back look positively riviting, with it’s cardboard props and it’s even more cardboard like characters.

Remember the excitement over who shot JR Ewing it had the country on the edge of it’s seat even managing to get the top story on the Nine O’clock News, how moronic can you get, but it worked and took the minds of the punters to the land of fairy tales ond oil wells. It wasn’t that long ago that a Steven Byres a former Government Minister thought it was a good idea to put out bad news when there was a soap opera cliff hanger, so the voters wouldn’t notice to much, this shows exactly how our rulers use the media to manipulate events.

But that aside our media diet has gone mega with the advent of satelite telly,  cable telly,  free view telly and uncle Tom cobly and all.  What a feast for our eyes and brain melt down as more hours of complete crap is allowed on the airwaves. We have celebrity Chefs, how did that happen? if you fart on telly you become a celebrity, or maybe even a knighthood.

It’s gone mad as we worship at the alter of complete nonentities, who utter and that’s if they can string two words together total rubbish devoid of anything meaningful to say. Who can hand on heart say that Television has got better since we have had all this choice at a price of course.

Eastenders, Coronation Street, River City and all the rest of that mind numbing nonsence designed to let us poor sods see what passes for entertainment, where a good number of our fellow citizens believe that these characters are real, and the actors and we use that word loosely actually think they can act.

Now we all like to take our minds off the daily grind and toil of everyday life and a little soap might just do that, but then so could a good book. The reasoning that we need to have a little light in life is that grim reality is sometimes a bit hard to swallow, but we do and in bucket loads. So when you next switch on the gogel box try and find something that dosen’t peer into other peoples lifes. CBBC perhaps.   

Friends and readers. Irony plays it’s part in all aspects of our lives and through out history. Let us look at an irony that you may be suprised with.

WHILE THE CRASH ONLY TOOK PLACE SIX MONTHS AGO I AM CONVINCED WE HAVE NOW PASSED THE WORST AND WITH CONTINUED UNITY OF EFFORT WE SHALL RAPIDLY RECOVER.

Now you may think and rightly say that’s some politician spouting off some crap a cival servant wrote last year some time. Yes it may well have been but believe it or not this statement was made by President Herbert Hoover on the 1st May 1930. Incredible as it may seem this appears to be similar to statements made by some of todays elected lot.

How ironic it is then that we hear similar knee jerk out bursts declaring the worst is over and we are sailing off into the sunset once again. Clearly there is an election is coming and our great and good are making hay with statements of blue skys ahead and vote for me please.

We are very much still teetering on the brink with promises of deep cuts in public expenditure from the Torries and no mercy with our present incumbents telling us cuts are needed but nice little ones which won’t cut to deep just draw a little blood.

Who do you believe toss of a coin perhaps,  heads we lose tails we lose great choice hobsons no less. Praying seems to appeal as we listen to the same old same old as more punters get chucked on the dole queue and wages are forced down by the economic crimewave caused by the the financial guru’s that waved their magic wands and brought about an Alladins cave of  despair and hopelessness.

Yet dear friends we at Pilton Sucks do not want to appear crest fallen and the barer of bad tidings so we offer this little ray of sunshine for you to ponder on.  Imagine that,  and it takes a vivid imagination a politician vanishes every time they lie to the voters, how many do you think would be left. Probably the ones wearing the pink bowler hats and high heels, but who knows one or two might just be of that persuasion, but think on dear friends an ordinary Joe voter having the power to make a politician vanish, would make voting a thing of the past  but then again it’s just a thought, and choices we have to make. Who on earth would want to be a voter.          

Friends and readers. We come into this world with nothing and it’s almost a certainty we will leave with nothing, even Ladbrokes will not offer you odds on that one. But in between time all we can do is our best and if that’s not good enough then what else is there.

A new financial world order is evolving which we are all just bit part players in,  at the mercy of bankers and politicians that have everthing else but the interests of the people at heart. All we the people can do is watch from the sidelines spectators of the game being played out before us, the result of which is way beyond our control or even having an influence on.

Politicians come and go like the seasons of the year but the decisions they take can effect the masses for many years to come and all we have is an X in a box once every so often. The real power lies in the ability to create events and control the outcome, this has for the most been in the hands of the self interest greed of the financial world who have controled world financial events keeping poor countries poor so natural resources could be exploited with little or no resistance from their populations. Helped by corrupt Governments who lined their own pockets peoples lives have been bought and sold on the open markets slaves to the beat of the bankers drums powerless to act or take any kind of control of their lives.

Now in this harsh financial climate these poverty stricken countries are further in the mire as the loan sharks of the financial world tighten the noose round the necks of populations barely able to feed themselves.

Right here in Britain our own living standards in comparison far greater than some of these poorer nations have taken a battering with rising unemployment, home repossesions on the increase job opportunities limited and the future of our young people hanging in the balance, and nothing but meaningless words to the people  and handouts to the city from our elected politicians.

No grand plan to pull this problem round in fact no plan at all just wait and see and hope the climate picks up before the voters go to the polls in May. The alternative we face is a clone of nightmare on elm street with Cameron poised to slash the Torries pet hate the public sector, and throw thousands more onto the dole queues.

Dosen’t this clown realise that we need to invest in our infrastructure and it’s people if we are to pull this round and forget about handing out tax cuts to his wealthy backers and then tax the rest of us for the pleasure of paying for it. For those who remember the last Tory Government it’s deja vue and more of the same from this lot of blinkered fools.

Once more the people will be at the mercy of the whims and fancies of politicians only this time Cameron is telling you what his mob if elected will do cut jobs and services give tax breaks to his mates and make the rest of us poor mugs pay for it, and this lot are ahead in the opinion polls, what does that tell us, possibly the stupidity of the average voter or the total incompetence of the present lot or who knows maybe both.

Meanwhile back in reality avenue the rest of us just watch events unfold around us hoping we can stave off the hooded devil of hard times and the bottomless pit of nothingness.

Oh of course we have an election to look forward to and if we are really unlucky we can add total obscurity to that nothingness.