…another day older…

…In this modern corporate mining town, even with that lease for the smart phone, servitude to the company’s store is at best the same…

Neither right hand nor left hand is off any use.


…a sunday evening… a sip and a thought…

Straight to the point – This life is all for…


…a brew…and the time draws nigh…

…a trumpet call for that upcoming event…


…merengue? not the pie…

…to keep the spirit of the 99% alive…


…a sunday evening…a mood…

…amid the tranquility and an occasional sip, we are blessed with Mozart to enrich the moment and the mood…

La vie est belle…


…a nicaraguan brew… a sleeper awake…

Restful sleep done. Day starts.

As for the others, we turn to this


…heckuva job, davie…

Nothing like a good dose of austerity for the working class and other misérables. Such treats do come back and bite even the well heeled. And to remember, had it not been for some less ‘captured’ Parliamentarians the UK would have been off to war with its ally, the US, against Syria, and spending taxpayers’ pounds with the enthusiasm of a drunken sailor — and with no concern about ‘austerity’…

So there he is, the UK Prime Minister (of selfie-photo fame with the US President and Danish PM) in galoshes (‘wellies’) sloshing through flood waters doing the photo-op thing for the cameras. Thing is that gambit is not working for this non-working class lad, and Eton boy.

Simon Wren-Lewis has a go at the bumblers looking for some flood waters, of which there are many, to do the ‘I feel your pain’ photo nonsense.

Austerity and Flood Damage. ‘Nice’ photo of the damage.

Are the UK floods Cameron’s Katrina? Another  ‘nice’ overhead suggests a modern version of the flood prone Bangladesh.

Even if the weather event is statistically a rare one, putting a few pennies into the kitty to deal with natural disasters as the flooding would have mitigated some of the damage. And when at least one of this upper crust team is a climate-change sceptic, we know the peasants are on their own. The irony would be that flood waters and inclement weather pay no heed to the exceptionalism of the non-peasants.

And talking about the upper crust, we have an interview of Boris Johnson, where the Mayor shows a total non-familiarity with the basics of life, the price of bread or of milk — clearly a task for those downstairs.

We should not forget that these folk were voted into office, and not by aliens.