Sunday, 16 March 2025

more good news - it just rolls and rolls

I was asked advice the other day about careers and I suggested you just need to decide if you want to follow your passion or the cash. I went off on my nonsense about building the pyramids as usual.

Work out if you want to be a builder or a designer. A sourcer for the stone or an engineer working out how we'll be lifting it. Think about the construction and all the facets. You might have a passion for it all but think carefully after a long hot day lifting will you want to be the one pouring the pints in the pubs or standing sweaty drinking them. Some people know which role they want and if you say your the one holding the whip over the slaves stop reading now.

One of the things I learnt early on was when I was moving desks. One of the things people rarely did was pick things up. We would find all manner of stationery, pens, bands, paper clips, staplers, staple removers, right through to valuable things like luncheon vouchers and uncashed cheques. Some of the people I worked with would bin them and id be trying to find a home for them. I remember arguing with a removals guy over a £14000 cheque. He said it wasn't his job and I understood, I asked if it was cash what would he do. No moral debate there, I quickly realised, as finders keepers is the name of the game. He clearly didn't know how he could've cashed the cheque or spent the LV's.

I remember back then every year tech got cheaper. TV, radio cassette player, music centres and stereos, videos, you name it. So why do phones go up. Why are TVs now going up. 

Life is like my pyramids philosophy. A little bit of learning how the rest of the world ticks. What does or doesn't make them tick. What building blocks would they use in their life to build pyramids. What order do you choose, what disorder do you accept 

Plug the gaps later get 80% built was largely my philosophy. I always had various ways I'd do it and I wouldn't have had 1 million slaves helping. I liked to think how I'd do it on my own. My own secret lifetime's work. 

I'd build it really slowly. A bit like cancer recovery.

In my first 10 weeks I'd be building my strength up. These blocks are heavy I'd say, then I'd sit on one. I'd start thinking and stretching. I'd remind myself of the job I did for Kenny Barclay and the Wood Mac GO, when reorganising the young street filing. 

It's a long story, like all of mine, so I'll save it for another day. Essentially I did a three week job in one day because I thought about it in the pub for half the day. Tested it on day 2 and every morning thereafter. In the afternoon I went to the pub days 3-20. I presented my dossier on day 21 and was greeted with amazement by Kenny that single handedly I'd done such a huge task. I also didn't have to lift 600@20kg boxes.

Back to building pyramids and the recovery process. What I glean from the pyramids and me is there are short cuts but also there are hard yards.

First of all I have to get my strength up and now I'm finally winning the food v energy for walking battle. The internal energy v muscle fight. It was July last year I averaged 400,000+ a month and in march I'm going to break out of 200k and manage 300,000 steps thanks to many people not least Stu Simon and Rich. 

So I'm back on my pyramids.

Luckily a discarded chariot with one unlucky loser hugging the wheel gave me an idea. He reminded me of St James, or Santiago as I say on the fatal-bananas camino blog. Not many people know this but the remains of Santiago were sent from Galilee in a stone boat and it washed up in Galicia. Who knew, well, story tellers knew. I'd always thought stone sank but not Galilee stone. It's like Galician slate. A quarter of the price of Welsh slate but the same geological profile. 
Weird isn't it, how international markets for slate, as opposed to i-phones, works, but it does let you know how economies of scale function. The bigger the product the sucking of all resources, like a black hole. The market for slate is small enough that a smart man from Belfast I met on the Camino in villafrance del bierzo explained to me, he was not walking the Camino but was importing Galician slate. 
I met him 12 years ago. He sold it for double the money he paid. They shipped it where the builders wanted it and it was a job well done. I'm sure it's still a small enough market that you could start the same business today. I know there are always materials shortages in the building industry as just in time leaves little flex for change in planning applications or laws. However, I'm too old for that but I might tell a young fella I know who might be interested. As you walk out of Bierzo you stumble into Trabadejo. Simon and I passed a wood yard one day. It's probably got a better name but it had plenty would. Galicia also has a lot of quarries cutting even more stone, although I wouldn't recommend shipping it in a stone boat, without a blessing or two and a real boat under it.
All of this helps me solve my recovery process problems. Like the pyramids it is one step at a time. I never paid attention but I believe most Pharaoh's started their gig as CEO with laying the first stone. Their hope that it would be finished in their own life time being the reason.

I remember at school getting in the mini bus to drive through to Kilmarnock for a basketball match in the under 15 or 16's Scottish cup. An away game on a Thursday night. It leads me down so many avenues as I wonder whatever happened to school mini buses. Did one crash and then all schools lost the funding. Was it silly in the first instance to have a 2 hour drive to a game and then back. Are teachers just not prepared to do 5 hours extra unpaid work when they need to do a shift at Tesco to pay their mortgage. Does the price of a season ticket for a football team, a gym or golf club get in the way.  So many things that I love the explosion of thought. I'm reminded of the play, Bible John, that Caitlin wrote and performed in. The subliminal message for me was we are all being so easily dragged down an investigative podcast rabbit hole yet back in the day we just loved dancing. We just loved to live it, breathe it and be ourselves for a moment. We weren't being sucked into a black hole which our minds were diving further without oxygen. We were filling our lungs and singing our hearts out. The play juxtaposed the 1960's with the 2010's beautifully for me. It's prophecy manifesting in the 2020's couldn't resonate any louder than during COVID.

We see all these things being magnified now as the nonsense of common sense or sensible economic theory pops up.

It's like politicians telling us how important competition is while they operate in a non competitive market place 

They'll take money from various sports or art bodies based on some performance criteria, like a football manager changes a football team.

In the meantime we are all stuck with the same useless representation for 5 years. The public usually cry sack the bairns or sack the board but unlike football contracts they get a life contract with a peerage thrown in usually for bad behaviour. Fascinating career options if you want cash and have no morals.

If it's the latter there are numerous avenues as well as even more clumsily camouflaged cul-de-sac opportunities.

If it's the former buy a tent and go for it. Make sure you're a decent bon viveur and spend time learning how to mooch off others. Learn how to blag, borrow and occasionally steal. Embrace the zero hours and take payment in kind, especially if you've got a restaurant gig. Those leftovers can be quite tasty, especially that Mencia.

If you want both it's possible but you need a bit of compromise. If you do want to follow the money then you need to look at where you're passion lies then you need to look at the most lucrative expression of that passion and then you could possibly afford to buy a house one day.

If you love football but you know you'll never make it, you follow the money. Richest leagues need players. To get the best players you need coaches. To give the coaches the best material you need scouts. If you're the best scout coaching kids in an area where they are gifted you head to San Sebastian. Do your own work and research.

Do 5 years in the Basque country learn football and culture. You'll go far.

Similarly if you're a golfer become a caddie or a teacher of the next prodigy.

Find someone with mentality not just technique. Some of the best have had terrible swings but the power to produce. A belief system bourne of the confidence of plying their trade at the rightoments.

Who has the money and what are they buying. As you tuber Garyseconomics will tell you it's just assets. More and more gold, property and just assets.

I must finish that stuff on assets although Gary does explain why passive income does make it inevitable that in our society if we only tax workers income and leave investment income alone the path is clear. Don't work, don't pay tax and live off your savings that you inherited or your family stole 309 years ago.

I'm now off on another tangent and need to get back to recovery.

I often wonder when someone offered you a hand what they meant 


Some people on the receiving end of aid think that they should do more of the same and that the person giving the assistance should buy into failing plans.

I'm reminded of driving offer one-way street into into in france when i got asked if i would this assistance i suggested the wave old is cars out my way. 

The polite french speaking reply was the i was on a 1 way street heading the wrong direction so i would probably be well advice to do a utah my years my ears were blocked however and i could only see where i was wanting to get to 

I foundation the kill industrial the time i find this week at my happens in the calendar street here here i would like to care for somebody in the care industry 

Some good meaning attendant, friend or acquaintance can spot (or equally not spot) what my trouble is. If I'm driving up a sone way street, I'm rarely displaying signs of gratitude. My fixed reaction is to scold myself and anyone smart enough to point this error of my ways. It's not unusual as Tom would sing. Nobody wants the glaring errors of your ways pointed out especially when you hadn't seen them yourself.

Almost worse though is when someone perceives you need a hand in a way that is the opposite of what you need.

It is like the recent obsession to spend money on trading sickling cycle blades 

There are more Cyclists who are economic migrants than the elite electronic bikes popularized by the wealthiest middle classes splashing their cash, or the drug bosses fitting out their workers with faster delivery vehicles. 

There are the same number of enthusiastic cyclists as there's always been. Those who probably did a cycling proficiency badge in their youth or who's parents had them cycling around a playground learning rules and safety on the road.

The new breed of economic migrants are delivering food or just unable to afford public transport. A bike is a cheaper and largely more convenient form of transport especially in the city.

What beats me is why the bus isn't free. If we really wanted to slow down and reverse car growth, surely politicians should push for free buses not cycle lanes.

The fastest way to make it safer for cyclists is free buses as it will reduce cars. Yes buses can be dangerous for cyclists just as cyclists or pedestrians can be a danger to buses trying to avoid them.

If it's about fitness you do a lot more exercise walking and getting the bus and guess what, when it's raining most cyclists do go for the bus or car.


Tuesday, 25 February 2025

The fun starts here...fuel up - scan is all clear you don't need an operation - come back in 3 months and the feeding tube is out.

From Edinburgh to Pitlochry, Inverness, overnight in Ullapool and now Lochinver.

Nothing like a free bus pass to kick start the economy. I'm hoping it kick starts my recovery too. If it doesn't I at least have the consolation I've enjoyed the journey. The most important thing I've realised in this journey is how much I have appreciated it and how inevitable death is. I'll be happy to cheat it for now but I'm pretty chilled that I have lived and loved. I hope those words will always provide consolation and love rent free in their heads.
This morning's breakfast while generally being poor had enough highlights to be superb. Rescuing victory from the jaws of disaster. First The victory, then the chuckling whines. I had tea with honey. Superb it was. The tea bags drop exactly where it needed to be, next to the hot water. Likewise the Weetabix wrapper bin. Bread and pastries was bread, so I had a slice of white and toasted it, coated it in butter and stuffed it full of crushed avocado. Juices were few and fruit even less. Water works best so I plumped for a glass of agua and a carton of yoghurt with more honey. I'm fairly restricted on the cooked breakfast to eggs and beans. I figured the Stornoway black pudding might finish me off and a spicy haggis definitely would have. 
Smashed avocado and poached eggs were delicious. I had several cups of tea and water. It finished me perfectly even if it wasn't off to a good start.

The coffee machine was clearly neither cleaned nor supplied with decent beans. The result was a brutal combination tasting like Nescafé but a year old when the granules almost look mouldy. It was my first taste and I could hear others shouting you can't call that coffee, but that was just voices in my head. As I looked at my toast I thought grab another cup, stop moaning and drink tea. The waiter took my order for breakfast and I thought there would be link sausage but no, only Lorne. Remember where you are all. I scoured the menu again and said yes just eggs and beans. Bacon can be so disappointing. It's 90% miss as if it's too salty, burnt, crispy call it what you like, I start moaning internally. Choose winners, choose poached eggs.

After getting the tea I realised it was a couple that I'd get the Crail special from Mark of crushed avocado and poached egg. Yes from the jaws of defeat at 7:32am, we were now in a happy place. At 8:34am I realised it was time to leave.

At 8:54 I did finally leave and then started rushing around. Need to go to Tesco, to shower, flush, oh and find a hearing aid now.

All was achieved and I insisted on leaving 10 mins to walk 100m.

Today's discussion with myself was common sense and when I finally get it. I mentioned wearing my cashmere jersey whenever I was getting my blood taken, receiving chemo or fluids. It's just common sense that the nurses get a line first time if you give them decent material to work with. A warm arm is much preferred.

Similarly it's common sense you need to keep your calories up. Cancer is feasting on them so if you don't it'll just eat your muscle. It's going to get it's energy anyway it can so best you feed it or it will steal your best stuff. I likened it to the unwanted guest at new year. It likes to party but it doesn't pay. Best you feed it the cheap whisky or it'll help itself and pour your expensive stuff.

My muscle wasting is quite significant. In a way I'm astounded I had so much to lose. I've always considered fat Al to be largely fat. It seems I had a bulk of muscle in my legs carrying it.

I first noticed it when my knee got sore. It's fine for a couple of miles and then it just is sore. Identical to 2007 when I was walking our first Camino from St Given pied du Porte. 30 days later and for the last 18 years I've never had the knee pain which had been intermittent for about 20 years.

I looked at my legs and realised there was a lot of muscle around my scrawny knees that hitherto had not been there. It's common sense, of course, if you have muscle around a dodgy knee it'll support the knee and largely camouflage of be the perfect solution for the issue.

In short I need to build all the muscle up again. The same thing happened two weeks ago when I didn't have the purchase to open a jar or my stove top coffee maker. It was exhausting and I gave up. It was exhausting because I hadn't the strength, because, slow as ever, it's common sense, you don't have muscle you have bingo wings.

I looked again and realised, yes, that's why a 5kg weight weighs 20kg when you lift it. Try a 60L bag of compost, you won't be lifting or dragging one in each hand. You'll empty half out or better still 10% at a time.

It's common sense that building it up again is what's required but it's not what the brain thinks. You might've been through treatment but losing so much weight make you feel you can stand up or even run. You can but for 100m then you really are tired. 
You need to fuel up again. Then run another 100m. Yes, full on interval training.

Is it an excuse to eat apple pie and custard in the famous Lochinver pie shop? 
Why of course it is.
You don't need an excuse but it's one that works for me and falls under the common sense banner. I'm on this Camino north to learn and already my head's spinning with it all.

There's so many lights being turned on and dots being joined. It's maybe opening your eyes, being receptive and aware. It's also a lack of interest which is like my common sense issues, total.

If I'm interested and someone explains something until I understand it I get it. I remember during treatment in week 4 having 3 pints of Guinness the night before weigh in. I had managed to put weight on and they were delighted. I'm not sure Guinness provided the calories to protect my muscles. Maybe a few more complex carbohydrates like the ones Jackie put in the soups she was making for me through treatment.
The whole process is so wearisome you start to forget what to do and then you just lose interest. People say, stay strong but unless they're feeding you, they're wasting their breath.

I was taken by the fallen tree behind the statue of the soldier and the fallen women and men of the 1914-19 war. We know we all fall at some stage but when you read the inscription you really are reminded of the full or is it fool feudal right of king and country. I agree we should never forget because that was our attrocity to our people. 

We should always know that those who rule us are in control and never forget it. Universal suffrage when men and women could vote changed nothing as it was important only to allow votes on certain things. Firstly choosing a representative which will be placed in front of you. What a ludicrous situation, the end of which results in Rishi representing a party so tarnished by bullingdon 1, Abba, Bullingdon 2, the lettuce weeks v some Nimrod flying low. Look around the world at the choices allegedly offered by democracy, Trump v Clinton, Biden v Trump then Trump v Harris in the USA. Stop Al we can't take democracy anymore, not like this. 

Our world took the bay of pigs seriously and the motif, "Never again", this time. We became nuclear. All our slogans, would have words, would have three, three words only. "Never again", only had two.

We went nuclear, built our society, friends segregated enemies, friends became enemies, Hutus hated Tutsi.

Someone took a semblance of a grievance and hacked a divide, literally.

Are you getting the game now. We've been manipulated. It was easy. Our attention span.

Never again, was too short, never again I say, was too long.

In short, not only did the unions in the UK get demolished during the 1980's, societies globally and the whole political circus dramatically changed as well.

Remember Sarajevo.

What about Bosnia.

This cancer fed through all levels and led to the inevitable eating of the muscles. 

There is only one cure and that is fuel. 

The public have to find the fuel but we no longer have the strength. It's easy to see in the USA. Nobody can cope with the Firestarters. The Chief fire starter is choosing the game to play and the rules. You can't win that, the only way to win is to change the rules. 

We know the outcome as we saw the Holocaust unfold under the Nazi's. We watched Bosnia and Rwanda. We occasionally saw broadcasts from Asia, but generally we didn't. Certain bad news is not shared.

In 2007 I started thinking independence gave Scotland a chance, it was slim. It needed a lot of coming together. We proved conclusively we are as divided as we were that day on the Culloden battlefield. It's as if James and William are still battling it out on the Boyne.
Glasgow football may be divided over religious history but our country is divided over a far more insidious thing. Can I switch on long enough to become one of the, "I'm alright Jacks". Should I just relax into the quandary that it's the next generation that'll have to find the strength to fix it. Should I even bother telling them or let the house of cards do what it inevitably will very soon. 
Scottish issues seem such microcosm of a greater malaise. Up here I'm feeling quite dwarfed by it all.
on the way out to look a bit closer at Suilven, I kept checking behind me in case the weather closed in.
I got a lot of different views across the loch and it's quite mesmirising. 
Like the politics turn your back on the weather in Scotland at your peril. The politicians are about as reliable as a traditional day on Assynt.

There are numerous small reasons why the generally incompetent SNP also fail but their competitors in competence are equally bad. 
Suilven disappearing from view, now you see me, now you don't.

Labours Scottish leader doing a you turn on backing the bill that MSPs of all party passed sums it up.

Hot potato, it wisnae me. It wisnae me. I know it's four words correctly phrased but he hides behind the three.

Anas Arwar slipped up when he said as first minister would 

cut the NHS waiting lists
Ban mobile phones in schools

That's 5 pal and that's no gonna work. We know we can't afford to cut waiting lists because 

We had COVID. 

That created a backlog and there is no way to catch up on a back log when you don't have the resources. Using the private sector is pointless as we have no immigration and the private sector can't recruit either, except from the NHS. Do you really think it's wise to create demand in the private sector for the NHS' most limited resource. Will someone please turn off the lights.


We can't recruit.

I say again.

Pay the nurses.

Pay their loans.

Give them homes.

Then you might just influence behaviour andake it looks like a career not rely on it being a vocation.

While I've been getting treated I've been getting buses. Bus drivers are getting older and older. So are nursing trainees. I've been driven to the western by people older than me and I've met a few trainee nurses in their 50's and 60's. 

We know they'll be working in their 70's if they want to afford heating bills, never mind holidays. I've enjoyed their chat and I've admitted to being humbled by their fortitude in stepping up.

Meantime politicians humiliation of the NHS staff is continuing. Please call out your local representative next time they slag it off. Please also call out every would be representative for spreading the poison when these hard working individuals deserve our love appreciation and cash. They shouldn't have to go private or abroad to pay off loans or afford deposits for houses.

The MSPs showed themselves to be hopeless at scrutiny of bills in even attempting to resolve an issue that they were ill equipped to understand when they passed their gender bill. The result is many fragile individuals still going through turmoil, not least, every time they put the TV on, go to the toilet or lift a paper. We still don't have enough psychological support and yet we pass a bill that purports to support vulnerable people and to these eyes leaves significant numbers of them in a new limbo.

I haven't capacity to assess the damage all of the carnage causes when people create a war of division. I only know the loudest and most powerful get heard and they are clearly rarely qualified. They start fires, set off fire alarms where there are no fires and keep everyone busy with hypothetical scenarios.

It broke my heart seeing it play out a year or so ago when a trans person was sentenced and sent to a women's jail. I knew they'd be segregated because the inmates would have seen to the first half of the operation willingly. The idea that there was a threat was true. The press chatter had it the wrong way around. Such a predator wouldn't have lasted long. Prisons apparently can be violent places.

So my stroll today was most enjoyable and now I have a bottle of schiehallion that I bought in the post office. Cheaper than at home which is good because generally prices here in cafes or bars are why I go on Camino in Spain.

I'm an economic migrant but it is perfectly reasonable to expect high prices as the costs associated with opening a cafe or a pub in Edinburgh are ridiculous too.

Add in the new tax for employment of the poor and you really get a picture of how bad that budget was. I was served today by some people who may only do 24 hours each week. Their employer previously didn't pay NI. Now they will.

Now they will.

So with the minimum wage going up it seems the zero hours contract is being encouraged even more. You need to have 6 jobs earning £4800 a year. If you're an employer your lowest paid staff can't be given £8000 anymore as it's costing you a lot more. This money isn't going to help the cafe, the bookshop, the charity shop, the pub, the hospital. This money is getting sucked into London to pay for more advisors to come up with whizz bang solutions for our futures. Except they'll be out of government by the time these great ideas are supposed bear fruition.

I worked at the Tote before the cancer. It's a 5-6 hour gig at a race track, taking bets. I pay tax on it because I'm drawing down my pension. It was sufficiently small that there was no NI. It won't be now.

So, we have a minimum wage and a low paid earnings limit. Labour being ironic. Even the Tories wouldn't be this bad and they froze the tax free allowance to make sure the low paid got even less of their money. It also ensured they could do the triple lock pension as for many they took it right back again.

I keep mentioning it, as I'm really irritated that the freezing of that limit was retained by labour. Essential workers get to pay for COVID twice. It is disgusting. 
Rain has stopped.

Politicians deserve jail. 

Nurses deserve more. 

Oncologists deserve more. 
Radiographers deserve more.

They got less.

Pay more tax.

Unicorns make sense.

I liked our group business model at Stocktrade. The group ethos generally was profits got split one third each. Staff, shareholders and tax. It was a pretty simple model.

Each unit was fairly independent and generated it's own revenue, managed it's own costs and handed over 2/3 of its profit.

The individuals then paid income tax or buried it into their pensions to pay tax later when they drew it down. It was a gamble on future tax laws on pension drawdown but generally I thought the model fair.

Whenever I dry my hands in a pub on an air dryer from Dyson I think it's good they had the same principles.

They earnt money in our society and they paid tax here. That's how the economy works. Money is taxed as often as possible as it moves through the system. When it moves offshore there is no tax and no contribution. This means the residents who spend end up bearing an increasingly large part of the tax burden. When I say tax the rich I'm actually just referring to tax the money that is taken out of circulation. There should be a 20% tax for money taken offshore. Taxed and collected by the banks who occasion the transfer. That would either encourage making it stay here and invested in the UK or like money laundering be an acceptable conversion rate for Michelle Mone, the Royal Family and everyone who takes it safely offshore to store. I'm aoney man I know they'll try and find ways around it and put job is quite simply to mark the bills.

If they buy assets, like houses, then it's fair play to expect to be taxed on these investments and their income. Houses are homes. When you have 3+ they become investments and deserve full tax.
I was in the Lochinver Larder, home of the famous pies.

I opted for Apple pie with lashings of moisture, aka custard. My mouth doesn't produce much saliva and the dry mouth is just another consequence of treatment.

It's not a disaster, but it does make eating a challenge. I need moist food that slides down the throat. As a diet it's a bit restricted but not that bad. 
When it comes to spice I'll just pour a pot on yoghurt on it. 

Moisture is good. 

Cooling is good. 

Spice is nippy.

Politicians deserve jail.

Bankers deserve jail.

Pensioners deserve more.

On arrival into Lochinver I spotted a pub next door.

I was met by a man who asked if I played 
Scrabble.

I replied no and entered to the sound of tumbleweed.

He followed me in a in short order asked me a question.

What's One half plus two thirds

So many ways to do it but finally I elected for cake portions.

We need both sides to talk a common language and 2*3=6 so that will work.

Playful ways include a clock face. So we could double the sixths and make them twelves. 

We could do a range of different things. We could even convert it to decimals and reply in decimals explaining I was taught differently. Or even I thought differently but clearly not from him.

So I just said, one and a sixth.













Monday, 24 February 2025

Thank you for redemption - results Tuesday 5pm

When I was growing up I realised we needed to take sides but I didn't know why. 

When a woman cut the winter fuel allowance I felt this was the latest direct attack on women by the state (pink on pink again) and it went unnoticed. Why because nobody could extrapolate and have a guess. We know women live longer on average so it stands to reason it was a tax on longevity or a saving from those living too long. On average women will receive 10 more winter fuel payments. Although on paper they suggest there's only 2 years, follow the money, find the answer. Following the COVID cull it's what the rich would call progress. How many pensioners are over 90? Too many Whitehall cried and 80% are woman. Freeze them out, nobody cares about the old and it'll free up some housing stock. A callous way to sort the housing crisis I hear you cry but election manifesto promises must be kept (sic).

Hurrah, the bus has pulled into Pitlochry for my Highland adventure. It's time to see Tom, Sandra and the merry band at Killiecrankie. 

It's also time for cake. Did I mention my waist is now 35" and yet my waist after a big Camino is 33". My weight is 15st and my weight after a big Camino is 16/4. I think my muscle has been eaten during this process. 
I think it's time to do double cake while the merry band of folk singers entertain the growing crowd at Jaco Bite.
Tom and I recorded a song I've been writing. Don't worry, there's no link. It's about how people stand hesitantly on the sides wondering whether to get involved. My thread I tried to sow through it was the same cancer journey that many of us go on. 

Tests, wait, pause, results,
Treatment, wait, pause for months.
Test, wait pause, results,
Treatment, wait, pause results

You feel like shouting out "I'm not standing still", but there's such a large part of "are you dancing, are you asking, if you're asking, well I'm dancing".

I spent a night in a teenage cancer trust room and I was quite shaken by it. It comes out in the song the hesitancy of kids in cancer wards or at a school disco. Adults are hesitant on their children's behalf and it's an anxiety generator for sure. To be able to feel you're doing something always feels good. 

The rousing end to the song is all about the champagne corks popping as we danced and shout I'm not standing still.

Well, that's the noise on my head.

I like a bit of Dancing in my head so it's off to Inverness and then Ullapool today.
sunshine and showers, it's so true. Connection with buses was perfect. Arrived 14:40 departed 15:10 lunch was Coffee, sausage roll and fudge donut. Toilet was 30p and clean. Bus is ready to board and time to leave cancer behind and move back to the poor women and the fuel payment.

What is the split with men. It's more divide and rule but it's a side we should all take. Grannies, Mums sisters, daughters all being robbed of money again. So I demand again, what is the split?
"No shit Sherlock" was Miss Marple's response as the deer stalker looked sheepishly back at her saying 80% of people over 90 are women. I don't identify as a woman but I can have enough empathy to spot this injustice. 
As a man I know we tend to expire earlier which is just as well, because historically we've enjoyed controlling the purse strings. The Christmas fuel allowance was, on balance, a messy payment to the poor women of this country. Whatever imperfections it had, as the wealthy women of the WI shouted, 'we don't need it', the voices of the poor women were never heard. Funny how our parliamentary system hasn't got time for the 80 year old living alone, except when they want to check they'll get the vote every 5 years.
Lobbyists from the funeral industry and Buckingham palace were delighted. Apparently as much as he likes his stamps, Chuckie two sticks and Charles first of Scotland doesn't like the 100th birthday nonsense and feels it should be updated to a more realistic rarity, An inter city 125. Divide and rule, it's been here all my life and I don't always spot it.

It didn't happen before i was 9 and went to Washington with the rest of the family, much as I wanted to be home alone. While my dad was being a diplomatic attache I was going to the white house Christmas party and stuffing my face with sweets, while my mum had one less mouth to feed. I even got to sit down while my classmates did their Maoist "I pledge allegiance to the ....." Fascist salute of the flag. When I returned age 11, it was different. I stood out like a sore thumb, and it wasn't long before it was more than my thumb that was sore.
Earlier on Wednesday 

I'm just on my way out of town on a bus tour. The clock's ticking so better get to the other side of the road. I'll be jumping the Inverness bus at 10:17.

Meanwhile "back when I was younger they were laughing at me...." To borrow from SLF's Jake Burns.

Everything was about taking sides and having a Maryland accent marked me out.

Later on in life I'd work out divide and rule was a key industrial and society strategy. As I got older I realised that the rich were getting richer and the poor yet again poorer. 

I had to decide as a wee middle class boy with a fair bit of entitlement from living in a "boat hoose", being a boy, to my class aspirations, do I join the rich or not. I loved the SLF line "there's always someone better off than you", but the Holyrood experience had clearly rubbed off. There were very few of me at that school. There were a whole lot more of those who saw leaving school, getting a job, a council house, fighting and drinking as the aspiration. The Specials called it well, "Married with a kid when they should be having fun". As council houses were still freely available in 1979 it probably made more sense than I realised. The boat hoose would look a silly move when the massive discounts on buying your council house arrived a few years later. Why go to university to leave home, just get a joab. Lots to admire about that too. There's more than one party to go to.

I could never imagine how hard I would find myself fighting to convince the poor that they should not stomp on the head of their victims. Later in the song, "don't be told, don't be consoled", flies out of Jake's gob to remind everyone to ignore the platitudes. I don't blame people for pulling up the drawbridge as very few knew they were doing it. The vast majority however we're just jostling for position and pushing their way to the front of the queue. They knew about winners and losers, so winning was their side. They were stuck in the meat machine. Political nonsense was a distraction and communities were going to start fragmenting. This would be the age of get on your bike, but only a few had a bike.

Society was dividing and generations were dividing. The musical back drop was punk rock replaced the hippy prog rock era while mods, then the new romantics completed the move to gloss it all over. Deadbeat was conceived, published and completed in those turbulent years.

Yet for many who got a start and were working life wasnt too bad.its why even now there's a great perception of revisionist thinking but it's not. It just depends which side of the divide you fell on.

I thought that as I was getting the PET scan. Would I prefer not to know and find out when it was not treatable or would I rather know. Many of us walk around with our cancers and do we say ignorance is bliss or with hindsight, I wish I'd known. On years to come genetic screening will ensure we know when our immune system has fought off a cancer and when that cancer is having a party at our expense.

I joked nervously at the beginning about Stockholm syndrome and getting too fond of my lump. It seems the lump responded with ardour as it's still here. Am I unlucky because I'm a good host or am I lucky I had it checked out. 

Many people believe you have a number and when it's called, your time is up, the boat must return. I don't know but I'm happy on my pedallo for now.

I remember the song like it's been my mantra for 40+ years. The punchline resonated because it was all about consider yourself lucky you're not one of them really poor folk.

I look back at all the stuff I wrote from the 80's onwards. Many people ask why we don't have a sovereign fund when Norway do. The answer is tragically very simple. We made choices, we elected people and gave them the choice of how all our windfalls are spent.
The government, in the 80's did one hell of a lot of redistribution. Like all governments they talked about decentralised power while sucking the wealth into London.

They sold the council houses, out from under the councils who had been the ones who maintained and upgraded  them. The councils were left with the debt and given none of the revenue from the sales. They took this money into the centre, where as we know all governments have done since.

They started a programme of privatisation reversing 35 years of government investment in industry. Selling the assets at a discount some viewed at the time as a fire sale. The issues were so oversubscribed people accused them of naiviety or worse still corruption for not getting value for the country. They used some of the proceeds to fight wars both internally with their citizens and externally. It was a bizarre time. They weren't alone as the graphs on public assets globally were plundered. What the Greeks, Romans, Vikings etc never realised is you need a religion. 

When the world lurched to the right in the 80's, very few people did not like having a few quid in their tail. The issue I had was only those with capacity could take advantage. The more cash capacity the greater the greedy could be. Some might argue ours weren't as bad as what the Russian oligarchs did, but we're just discussing semantics. Theft for some, not all, is very unfair. Or should I rephrase that, some theft is prosecuted, some is encouraged. 

Some people still think theft is too strong a word but as someone who signed the cheques in WoodMac for these privatisations I can confirm it's not. 

At the time we all thought it funny when one of the directors applied in 50 different names from his household. Mickey mouse and Donald duck appeared many times on the Share register albeit only until the shares were sold on first day of trading. The practice was called stagging. You applied for as many as you could afford to, selling them at the guaranteed profit, the early trading indications were rarely overstated. You were not allowed to apply multiple times but it was not policed. Many people used initials after their name to indicate a "child". It was self policing and the greedy couldn't help themselves. It was free money and they wanted as much of it as possible. The industry were not interested in policing it either. Every application ensured they got paid an introduction and a selling fee.

At the time it was both funny and extremely sad. I found myself quite bipolar on it. I could see the humour of the greed as not everyone was. I could also see the calculations they'd done. If you applied for 10,000 it would be scaled back to 1000. If you applied for 50@200, you would get 10,000. If you wanted to make £3000 you did 50@200.

I would take a lot of slagging and I'd give it out too. My holier than thou attitude to not taking this handout would ensure I could continue to be poorer than those who did. I'd miss out on the champagne celebrations when the final numbers were added out. I'd miss out on the Carribbean holiday BT would be providing. I'd console myself I could sleep at night and wasn't part of the great government train robbery. I wasn't any good at cracking jokes back then either. They won the cash and the banter but I had my morals whatever they were. I'd eventually concede after 5 or 6 of these things that I'd better join in or I would never be in a position to change anything. I thought the least I could do was try and find the theft for other people.

There were many honest people with a small amount of savings that said I will buy these and lock them away as part of a savings plan. The irony is that if they were good enough to be locked away as a savings plan why was the government in a hurry to sell such valuable assets. It's true, it was a valuable savings plan.

The same was true of council houses. Many sharks realised they could get as many house as they had council houses in their names so would fund family members to buy their homes. Children would beseech their parents, aunts and uncles to buy their home. Some would do so and others would hold firm. Some belonged to the generation when there had been no such housing and they knew it's value only too well. Like a good wine, when it's gone it's gone. When the council houses had all gone, they were gone. They now appear, largely for rent in an estate near you.

It was a wonderful time to study human behaviour and why nazi Germany rose so quickly. Why the Hutu could create such hysteria and hatred about their Tutsi neighbours, resulting in the Rwanda genocide of 500,000+. It still sits with me that my world sat by while in 100 days this genocide took place, largely with swords. Machetes that hacked through flesh. It's frightening to think of, hotel Rwanda is a tough watch. These atrocious events like Gaza today, make me want to stand up, call it out and it's the same with where did all the money go. I just hear Jake's "don't be told, don't be consoled". Even if things aren't so bad what's upsetting is things could have been so much better for us all. We have just found ourselves victims to the political class having fewer morals and even less capacity.

The north sea oil revenues which would start to flow into the treasury during the 80's were another excellent chunk of change but far from creating a sovereign fund the cash was used to fund more nonsense. Political battles to win idealogical wars. Moving unemployment from 1m to 3m in under 3 years was a masterstroke of right wing thinking. The unions and the labour party destroyed in one swift purge. The fact it cost a fortune became the reason why the welfare state had to be abolished. The skittles fall beautifully into line and the only disappointment the right got was not freezing the pension there and then. Transferring the education debt to the students was an outstanding piece of conjuring, a national disgrace.

The 80's culminating in the reversal of the ill conceived poll tax. How much of that shortfall was paid for by local citizens and central government will doubtless never be known.

What we do know is the parliament like the royal family was not privatised.

Westminster for whatever reason,  like Buckingham Palace, was not sold and leased back during this period, well not to my knowledge. Clearly some assets were worth preservation. Perhaps they have been handed out and Iissed the memo.

Fast forward to the late 90's and 2000's and we see the political momentum for saying decentralisation while continuing with abhorrent asset stripping of the state. It's what politicians do, hide in plain sight.

I sometimes find myself reading the Scotsman column Edinburgh property guy David Alexander takes enormous pride writing about, usually house price inflation.

In the latest he proudly describes the top end of the market as being particularly bouyant. I'm not quite sure why he's so smugly saying to our nurses and doctors, lecturers and teachers that they'll never be able to afford a house. They'll be lucky enough to hold a job down the university will tell us, they're so skint. 

The good David tells us Edinburgh prices are up £67611 in 12 months for detached property, an average of 10%. Well I'm pretty sure wages haven't moved that way.  It used to be those stomping grounds I walk through used to be owned by those doctors and educationalists but are much more likely to be owned by a sports star, tax accountant, builder or financial planner. 

The good David goes further and says despite Scotland's higher taxes for income and property stamp duty. I think if house prices are up £67k then we are clearly taxing too little. At the top end of the market there is no price sensitivity being displayed.

In economics if there is no price sensitivity you should migrate to the point where there is equilibrium. In short move tax until they feel it. The highest band of council tax needs a higher band. The highest bands of stamp duty need increased. We need to impact consumption. Once we do we can refine it. A big empty house needs even more police to monitor it when the alarm goes off. Edinburgh is full of them now and their policing is not a victimless crime.

So has the cold weather payment cull worked and thrown more houses onto the market to dampen demand. 

I somehow doubt it. I think this is Ullapool - I'm liking what I see.  If you are waiting for something this seems a good place to wait. Time I found the FBI. Every fishing town has a Ferryboat Inn.

When I return it will be time to get some result and a bit of redemption at last...
 I hope.


Thursday, 13 February 2025

Feng Shui in my head - fuzz on my chinny chin chin, lots of words needing said, to clear the brain's internal din

I'm always tearing and Sharing my thoughts but this week has seen some amount of yin and Yang. It's been some fortnightly review.
Tuesday's session of reiki and reflexology had me swimming in a tsunami of supreme well being while the afternoon at the oncologist smashed me up against the rocks.
Thursday saw my equilibrium restored as another session of supreme well being left me feeling good about taking custodial duties seriously. I feel absolutely superb now.

We even took in the Hollywood gloss of the Dylan biopic at the cameo picture house. It's got a good bar and is the perfect distance for walking to. I won't review it but it was a great video for MTV and probably missed an opportunity. It was mostly music with the odd bit of story to create a back drop. I'd go further and say they over played the russian stuff and under played the civil rights and dust bowl issues that were central in the struggling USA, but maybe that is how they did it back in the 60's too. Hence, I wouldn't know so won't comment. It had been sold to me as a musical or a biopic. I went expecting a film a la "the Way", the Camino film Hollywood had to cartoon up. So if someone tells me it's not a true representation I'll nod sagely and mumble, "after seeing it, I guessed it wouldn't be, but it had a lot of music and I like a good song or 30."

I did get to walk home again and after a pint in black ivy it got my steps to 15,000 and my pints to 3.

Friday brought news of the Pet scan on Thursday 13th and consultant result 25/2. I've got myself psyched up for the op following a week or two later so I'll try and present the body in a decent condition so drinking less starts Tuesday.

I've been watching a lot of Gary Stevenson on YouTube this week. His channel is Garyseconomics, a booming you tuber heading for 1m followers and I've really enjoyed his contrarian content as it's what I've been banging on about, but he's a lot younger and more qualified. He reminds us regularly about the growing inequality as the richest get richer chasing every asset they can. They can't spend it anywhere else. They lend it to governments to build hospitals and school and make even more money. 
I think he must be about 40. He stopped making millions for Citibank about 30, long before the age when Carnegie's U-turn has that auld relic as some magnanimous fella. 

Gary didn't need to work long before he knew austerity was the new poll tax. Blame the poor people. 
He bet the economy would crumble and asset prices would rise. He continued for a few years, spotted the rapidly closing doors as the poor were left behind while working and stopped. Carnegie needed to get near death to suddenly spot the flaw in a broken society so I really liked Gary instantly. He saw, he acted.
Like the big short this is a guy who understands how the money moves and where it's all going. Why the markets continue to rise despite higher interest rates. He also helped me understand why house prices universally but particularly in certain places continue to rise despite higher interest rates.

I've been banging on about the asset stripping going on about the world and Gary's sufficiently smart to know a Frenchman who wrote this stuff back in 2015 showing the UK has indeed sold the silver, the gold and don't own their house. If there's a saving grace it helps explain why taxes rise and things get worse. For the poor they've known their wage goes up but they still can't buy a house as it goes up a lot more than inflation. Oh, that's right, house prices aren't part of inflation. 

Like the Big Short the biggest mental problems I have are when I'm in full contrarian mode and I can't explain to people in an articulate way. It's like I'm speaking to my dad and he says "NUTS", while I repeat "nurse", "N-U-T-S" he replies spitting the letters at me as if English is not my first language and I smile softly spelling "n-u-r-s-e" back. He sees me saying 5 letters and realising changes to "nurse." I am just so inarticulate even my Dad struggles with the words never mind the content I try and communicate.

I wanted to talk about Jimmy Carter's funeral and how the speeches would remind him of a time when America was great, unlike the 45 years since when they restored the good old days. The times when a car bumping into a person was the pedestrians fault. The times when big steel, oil and coal ran the show while the dust bowl was created out of the mid west. The times when buffalo would feed a nation until the de-population of the locals. The times when you could just push someone out of bed because you wanted the mattress and had bullets to kill them dead. The times before Roosevelt brought the anti trust laws in to break the monopoly of the mega rich. The times before the wall street crash finally said, the economy can't take anymore. People can't buy a new iPhone so, sorry guys, no point in producing them.
what a brilliant day walking and lunching with Stu and Simon.
It's nice to get a break from writing my drivel.
It's even nicer taking in the air.

As ever I feel compelled to write the stuff in my head and are we really heading for a repeat of the 1930's.
Well folks, we are fast approaching 50 years since we had a democracy here with any kind of social mobility. You're born rich or poor and that's pretty much how you'll stay. For the generations born from the peak of the 50's onwards the decline on opportunities has increased every decade. 

More generally, the final straw in my tax paying camel, came with covid. For those who did manage to make a little bit of money and are looking at handing it on to the next generation the concept of taxation was a given when I was growing up. We believed in the state and the state believed in us. Never again, was the cry about wars, we would never be led by donkeys and we'd keep fascists away. Well, we did for a while and we created a start on our way to a utopian state which gave birth to the Beatles, even the Sex Pistols. We paid our inheritance tax and you could form a band and get £1000 to put a single out from the government scheme. You got unemployment benefits if you were unemployed, including between school and university. Essentially like a student, a musician could be unemployed while learning their craft. The same for many of the arts. It's pretty easy to call that waste but it's what keeps economic activity up. I'm 62 and if asked I would vote for kids receiving unemployment benefit while they were unemployed whether they were looking for a job or just bumming around busking. Whether they were training part time with a football club hoping to get a contract or running around a track trying to join the olympic programme. Let them grow up is what I'd say. Let them keep priming the economy as they'll spend every penny.

Of course we do the opposite and teach them to acquire debt.

Back then I'd talk about how income tax takes a chunk but your still left with a pretty big chunk. The same if an old person with a house dies. I'd talk about paying tax all the time. After inheritance tax the kids will get a decent wedge. Not my advice now Sherlock. Not if Michelle Mone has got her money off to the isle of man, not if the Cayman islands are full of tax Dodgers while Hunt buys his property while Clarkson and the growing army of millionaires hide their money in farming assets, ironically one of the few doors labour tried to close.

I confess I have, I really have changed my tune. I now believe and have since 2009 when I stopped working that the Thatcher Tories of the 80's have won. I'm now repeating myself as I only want to pay tax if everyone else does. In the 1980's I argued in my economic tutorials that I wanted to pay £1m in tax. I kept arguing a society that allowed me to win £2m working, a society who had given me my stake in the game by keeping me healthy and educated for 20 years, deserved a decent cut. If the society also allowed me and my business ideas to prosper I would give them a cut, aka, paying even more tax. If I built a nursery or ran an old folks home, paid it off until I was left with a £3m property, I'd split it with the government for encouraging me to do so. I argued until I was blue in the face that if I could pay £25m I'd be over the moon.

In the end I stopped working in 2009. I was 46 and I was still the only one who seemed to think like me. I was in the wrong room. My last Stocktrade bonus was regarded as fairly small and I laughed. If staff thought Directors should take more then we definitely had taken the right amount. I consistently argued that as Directors we picked up a decent salary so the largest lump should go to the staff. 

Additionally I would argue that we would get taxed more on it and giving it to the staff would have a bigger impact for them. It did, plus it meant they liked working with us because they knew we were sharing the bonus. Those arguments resonance, disappointingly disappeared when I moved to Newcastle to help another part of the Group. The EO brokers directors would finally take all the bonus for themselves and stop the ludicrous policy of handing staff 20/30/40/50%. 

By 2009 I realised I wasn't going to pay £1m in income tax but I took comfort from knowing if I added my tobacco and drink duties I'd exceeded the £1m in 2008 so I retired. I'd forgotten I'd get to pay more on my pension as I drew it down so feel quite content now the wee 17 year old student will deliver on the £1m income tax promise. 

I don't however believe the social contract only applies to the uninitiated. My Dad sold their home to pay for my mum's care. It was his choice and I applauded the public spiritedness. Like John leaving his council house at the foot of the royal mile and handing the keys back to the council on Tuesday so Edinburgh could profit from selling it. These small good deeds put money into the pot that Edinburgh council will splurge as they choose. I just hope it goes into housing. I've long argued you can't supply any service if you don't have cash. Golfers witness it daily at their golf clubs. They talk about it while spending £300 on a driver that slices out of bounds at least twice a round but it never gets mentioned when they shout down a £20 increase in subs.

Looking back at the history of things we're reminded how often we reinforce our memories. How often we choose to say things were better back then. It's that whole nostalgic way the current bunch of day time drinkers discuss daily.
In my case I look back at my eggy bread and compare the photos with today's. I may have even improved my standards but sadly the opportunity for our children is a recurring nightmare.

On the decline of opportunity for children born from the 1950's onwards it is real. 

When the average 75 year old was buying their first house they'd been to a school that probably had a nurse and a dentist. They had increasing access to college and university, with grants based on income. The price of that first house would be between 2-4 times their income while the queue for a council house was under a month. The price of that house or flat now will be 30-40 times what it cost 50 years ago when they were 25. I'm pretty sure their salary never moved as fast, but luckily their pension was largely tied to it for the majority of their life.

I'll probably research 62 year olds because that's me. I'll add in the double camel hump distribution (binomial?) if appropriate. I also like the mean the median and the mode as the easiest way to understand how "wealth diverse" our society is becoming. Media is trying to make you think diversity is something to divide us. It is, which is why it's so important we take the contrarian view and unite on the growing wealth diversity.

The voices on other diversity issues are purely distractive voices and the cunning conversations of a conjurer. Tommy Cooper's bottle /glass trick reminding us all that political satire was alive and kicking in every trick he did. It's why I have enjoyed Eddie Izzard's comedy as it comes through the prism of what else are you telling me here. We have always had things we disagree over but surely number one in our society is making sure we're preventing poverty. It can not be that providing more food banks gets our focus. Being lectured about growth in the economy when it's really the growth of the disparity between the asset owning and the no chance of ever owning, is annoying.

Economics suggests to me the poverty of our generations got worse, in fact, increasingly worse, so there's an accelerator at play here too. It's like inflation, the effect on the wealth diversity is still growing. It is still getting even bigger. I still regard "don't go to university, get a job that will pay for your training" as one of my top 10 best pieces of fat Al chat from the Stocktrade slavering in the 1990's and early 2000's. Navigation for 16-45 year olds must be so tough as they try to work out what they want to do as well as how to get there. If you're a woman as I mentioned years back, going to university and having a family just meant you would be in debt for life.

I bought and sold a few houses in my time from the mid 80's. I look back now at the madness of lawyers bills and stamp duty but it was a consequence of living. Today's generation don't even have that luxury. They will never be able to buy in the centre of towns and cities again unless their parents do a chunk for them.

I laugh as had I known how short a marriage or a job would last I may have taken a different view but I was as ever all in. Edinburgh property like most cities has it's peculiarities with the city's universities largely being property companies now, they don't build council houses but instead build hotels as they've done with Pollock Halls. I would love to have a look at how the institution's run because the £50m they pick up during the festival probably competes favourably with the course fees, although the annual (10month) accomodation will probably be double that. 

I will get distracted with it, as Edinburgh peculiarities go, we have long been a city where house prices rise as students come to town and rich parents will buy a property because it's a one way bet. We all know it and many locals move further out of town to huge schemes or estates the same as all over the UK.

It's Tuesday and I'm in my wee box so apologies. I've had the tracer injection so I'm now radioactive. I'll continue this diatribe but it does make me chuckle when I look at that graph.
I'm on a hospital very grateful to the staff for treating me. In order for us to have a scanner we had to sell the Royal infirmary in town and build a new royal on the edge of town. The new hospital is rented and the money from the old one has since been spent. 

People putting the case forward for getting funds from PFI say it wouldn't happen without it. I say we forgot to tax the rich.

I try not to get mad but get even. I talk about it, this growing inequality but at the same time I have to back it in the stock market as those are the shares that are going up as they are one way bets. It's like when Caitlin was paying a fortune to rent and so I bought shares in Unite. They went up because inflation is part of the deal and students are easy targets to say just borrow more. Student property is also the easiest to get planning for, judging by the projects that go ahead. Their consultants might disagree but Edinburgh is full of these buildings both completed and in construction. Someone will tell me we need them, I won't disagree. I will merely point out it is a factor in wealth diversity and keep asking why we can't have council house being built at the same rate. I would also argue that the reason why the university increasingly talks about cuts and getting experts in, is they're rewarded too well in the boardroom. 

Buying a house in 2000 in Edinburgh was still pretty affordable. As we were selling Carrick knowe and moving to Orrok park, we were selling for £55k-£60k and happy to spend £130-160k. We sold to a colleague and it was probably 3 times his wages. That's one person, in his 20's, not a couple. We looked at all the places within walking distance of Swanys. From Prestonfield sweeping around to Morningside. Wanted a garden and we went for the brookside style cul de sac by the inch park. I think if you were investing you'd have bought a flat in Montpelier or the one in hermitage terrace we put an offer in for, the bungalow at craiglockart, the many in the Rankins or Relugas but we were buying a family home to live in not an investment only about selling. If that was the case we'd buy in the popular catchment of Gillespie's and Boroughmuir to ensure we could sell it with save on school fees and socialist credentials. 

My curiousity can't resist seeing how a home compares to an investment. This is how the asset rich economy always operates. Kahneman and many others have talked about scarcity driving this wealth diversity. 

As soon as you own enough assets that your income continues to exceed your requirements, you can only buy more assets. This drives stock markets and more relevant to us, house prices. The asset rich will continue to try to maximise the growth of their assets. As much as anything they want to preserve what they have. It's like a failsafe brake in a lift. As you get up to the 21st floor, it will not drop below an inch below where it is. Preserving is everything if you are asset rich so therefore, exploitation is the best the asset poor can hope for. Higher personal tax and lower standards of living. It's why I've always shouted tax the rich, especially when I was one.

We are repeatedly told there is a housing shortage and we should encourage more private landlords. This is partially true but it is private landlords with the many properties that are the scourge. Jeremy Hunt buying 7 properties that year he introduced the new tax dodges summed it up. We don't want more private landlords pushing up asset prices turning homes into investments. We need more homes at council house rents. 

When Thatcher handed out all our council houses at knock down prices I truly believe she thought that she had given these people the first step on the ladder. Nowadays those are the council houses that countless 20-40 year olds live in paying 3 times the current council rent. You can't blame the asset rich owners for maximising their rent but you can applaud the few owners who don't raise it.

I mentioned a few years back the figure for student debt, in England alone, being equal to the national debt of Ireland. From a macro and micro perspective it's just wrong. The budget last year and the levels of debt the UK has had now confirms it won't get better soon. We keep taxing the nurses. We keep asking the poor in our society to pay a larger amount of their income, while encouraging the richest with more wealth protection schemes. You can scramble towards the life rafts but this ship is going down. At a time like this it's best we work together.

I've talked often about being an economic migrant when I go on the Camino. Soon I'll be able to go to places more local and my money will be worth twice it is by jumping a bus 30 miles. Simon and I are going to practice by going to villages and towns in Scotland that have lowest house prices and report back on the price of a pint.

Hooray, the scan is done and I survived to tell another tale, or is it the same one. I said thanks to the radiographer and said I hope they get a pay rise soon to move them off minimum wage. Of course I didn't say the last bit but I thought it.

I've been banging on about scarcity for a while. Whether you talk about Edinburgh streets in the dean village or houses in and off north or south street in st Andrews it's clear to see the scarcity value. Dornoch has long known that some overaeas billionaires have two properties with the smaller one near the course which they use as a locker room.

The billionaires drive up these asset prices as they try to out muscle the local population. That was easy, if Tiger Woods wants to buy a cinema in st Andrews, he buys it, though it does lead to some fun and games. In Dornoch, Gullane, St Andrews wherever, they might argue that they love the town and the locals but through their actions they do everything to ensure the local workers have to be bussed in from another parish.

The changing shape of many properties on the southside as I take my daily air walking to the meadows or bruntsfield let's me see close up how empty many huge properties are. It won't be long until burglary becomes worthwhile again as some of these houses are lived in during the festival and that's about it. Although squatting would probably be even more lucrative. I think we all know celebrities who have flats on the Royal Mile, that's why I chuckle about John's council house still being publicly owned. It proves what could have happened had the asset stripping not taken place.

Many financial people from Edinburgh who return after 10-20 years in London have often found they've gone from a flat in balcarres street to a huge house and have change left over. There's no doubt if you spent well paying off your mortgage as you lived and worked in the city of London you could come back with a handsome amount of cash. They're now asset rich and will doubtless provide a deposit or buy a flat for their children. They'll find a LISA, so the tax payer can help them. 

Preserving wealth when we have the diversity of wealth is immoral. Increasing the burden of tax on the poorest is not sustainable.

What many people watching Garyseconomics probably want to know is the answer to the question, will it always be this bad. The answer is of course that it will get worse unless we have a revolution and I think the 60+ group I'm part of, have got enough to see them by so they'll just want the younger ones to suck it up, pay the increased burden of tax that labour liberals and Tories have lumped on us. Oh and work for nothing in the NHS please.

When the Christmas winter fuel payment was axed you would've thought labour might have cut tax free schemes like ISAs. They could crack down on the aforementioned Lisa's which gives the under 40's of rich people £1000 a year. They didn't. They made a choice that said the rich deserve more hiding places for their money. Not only do they not pursue taxing wealth they encourage it to stay with the wealthy causing an increasingly fragmented society. Soon life long friends will become detached on their 40th birthday parties or their Hen and Stags, as the organiser plans a £1000 jolly and half the crowd can't go. Worse still, choose a venue where transport links mean staying over and a £500 one off, when the heating hasn't been on all winter.

When the big furlough handout was done more people than ever had £50,000 to spend on funding Lisa's than ever before let me guess, did the take up go up?

How much went into planning a bigger and grander wedding. How much went into the annual golfing trip which now involved £200 becoming £1000.

When platitudes were being played on the doorsteps of the nation for the NHS and essential workers we were being asked to bang a drum. We weren't being told that these exhausted staff members reward for risking the life by going to work during lockdown and not getting pissed in the park with handouts, would be a wage freeze or even worse a wage cut with inflation. 

We weren't told these essential workers would have the tax free earnings limit frozen at £12,000 for 5 years so that over those 5 years they could pay £3000 more in tax to the government who had paid all their pals so much dough.

I remember when Stu told me Farage had stolen my policy tip for labour of making the public sector more attractive by offering those workers a £20,000 tax free limit before they had to start PAYE. I was disgusted that old dodgy garage was stealing my well argued policy. I wanted to offer all workers a house as well but I never saw that policy being snaffled.

I'm nearly home now so just another 5 hours before I'm not radioactive and can go to the pub you'll all be delighted to hear, if you've made it this far.

What Gary does in his many videos is explain facts faster. His clarity doesn't need another 30 minutes. What will be interesting is seeing how soon he builds the bridge that lets him into the room. Personally if I was a betting man I'd suggest his life expectancy may not be too good. He really has raised his head that far above the parapet. This is like watching the real time version of Le Mis. Someone will lose their head and I just hope it's a metaphorical one.

He clearly wants to be part of the conversation and this is his route. He's using his social media to get there and frankly the issue will be that nobody else in the room will understand him. 

The politicians will therefore be terrified quite quickly. This will cause them to, at first fail to keep up then depending on their egos shut him down or accept him at face value and act.

The problem with our meritocracy is it needs to be paid for. It's like our judiciary.

What happens now is you need money to go to university.

You need money to sustain you after university while you serve that internship.

Finally if you survive that, it's merit.

So in modern parlance there's a paywall to progress.

Luckily Gary doesn't need to earn the money, but he banks it nonetheless as the poor getting poorer and the rich getting richer is a one way bet he's done for 14 years. He's a trader, he's a smart guy, he knows how to place that bet. Don't try to copy him, 99.99% will fail. 

Remember he was the anomaly that broke through the paywall.

I get my results on Tuesday 25th I think and I'm sure I'll write plenty more nonsense before then. 

Thanks if you did read to the end, I applaud your endeavour.

I'm now about to write some of the music for our 21st century Robin Hood.