oh man louis
wrote too much and i
couldn't read it all.
i just wanted to say:




crap! do i
_know_ you?

The pirates thing is pretty up to date, actually and I don't mean just those poor sods who get hunted down and fed to the dogs for trading a few plastic discs. And pretty bad plastic discs, too, irregular and full of tiny holes. Yes, not everything that glitters is gold, they say. But do they listen? Yes, I suppose the margins were blown through, the margins of sanity and good old practicality, I mean. So much wickedness and folly has stolen into the bowers of our economy. I mean, who would have thought men would end up earning a million a day for kicking a ball, rolling around in mud and enjoying not altogether decent bodily interactions all the while. No, no, we live in such times when we are prepared to pay men millions for a hefty dose of air(and not pure oxygen, no- the common variety air) and would rather not think about paying for anything dreadfully practical at all. Yes, it's so delightfully more fun to let the pencil-biting bureaucrats decide what to do with our money. Not that we have much choice, nowadays. We are mugged, it's money or life/lifetime and do we get a say in what our money is spent on? Of course not. What a perfectly ludicrous idea to ask you if you want to spend your own, fair-earned money on the building of new roads in your city (What a silly idea, that) or on a luxurious resort for homeless football players who just fell short of one million to pay off their Porsche. Oh, poo.