One of the things I have noticed more and more of in the past few years is the rise of the pawnbroker. I never thought I would see the day in this new and shiny twenty-first century. I will have an old, gold pocket watch which will be mine when my Dad finally decides to let me have it. It belonged to his Dad and while its probably not worth a huge amount its an heirloom. We did take a look at it last time I was up. It has all these marks inside the clasp, pawnbroker's marks from when money was really desperate, before there was a welfare state, before the Labour Party took the country out of the Second World War years, into the sixties and beyond. Now look at where we are; pay-day-loans shops and pawnbrokers, where money lending is back on the agenda big time. What has provoked this? Well consumerism is part of it, and Christmas is a time when the pay-day-lenders are rubbing their hands, Scrooge-like. But its more than that, isn't it. Austerity isn't just a word, it has its victims, it has a price and those at the bottom of the food chain are worse off than the rest of us. So the government thinks a Mansion Tax is worse than a Bedroom Tax does it? Well you know why that is, they tax the poor and help the rich, its the Tory way and I despair that they are in government - and being supported by so called Liberals, surely just as bad. On another note, I have been getting the most curious spam style messages in my University email account, which say such random things - not the usual stuff offering me 'tax refunds,' 'sex aids and advice on getting women to adore me,' I already know that stuff, so I thought I might share one of them here: test message. Ohio University provides many options for transportation and parking for
students and faculty members of the college. Vatican is intentionally
spreading lies that HIV can pass through the membrane of the condom. Armenians, irrespective of age and gender, for the duration of 48 hours.
Neither side kept its promises and the war broke out again in the
autumn of 1015.
Pretty random huh? I guess there is an explanation but I rather like the randomness of it, its like an erasure poem or a Bowie song, random phrases cut and paste together. This is Damien Rice - yup, I could use some of this, '...come let me love you, and then... colour me in':
