Under the mattress
A bitc.... sorry bugger of a week at work, some long hours and many frantic conversations as the world watched the economy collapse around us. The disintegration of AIG
was a bittersweet moment as my company would undoubtedly have profited from their collapse, yet I have so many good friends there and my heart was going out to them and their families earlier in the week. Fortunately they'll live to cash another pay cheque, unlike many other men and women who worked for companies in the leisure and banking industries. But meanwhile others line up at the cliffs edge swaying in the vicious winds of a financial meltdown whilst people with brains bigger than Andy Reid's belly try to make sense of it.
I've been saying for ages that the best place for my hard earned dollars was under the mattress, not the most rational idea I've ever had but at least I'd be sleeping on it and not giving it back to poxy Bank of America
. I thought I'd finally shaken those idiots after moving my savings to Merrill Lynch. Bah.
Meanwhile this week Hurricane Ike
found an easy way around the 17ft sea wall Galveston Island built after it's last deadly hurricane in 1900, the election trundles on in the U.S., with only another 46 days to go to the big day, plenty of time for Sarah Palin to drown in her inveracities and Charlton won away
at Doncaster. Yay, Yassin didn't play mind. After me.... We want Yassin, when do we want him? NOW.
I hoping to get out of work and neck a couple of cold ones tonight. Tomorrow night we are seeing a couple that we hardly know. I met him firstly in the hardware store, then outside the supermarket, we think we know each other via an old mutual friend. In London and New York you'd ignore each other, but in Bermuda you go out for dinner.
Sunday I'd like to watch a bit of the Ryder Cup
and we plan to give our tennis court some action, with the help of some friends - these real ones, well they're Addicks and that's good enough for me!