i grew up in the 50's, 60's and early 70's in england and witnessed the scam hit bigtime, my dad cheering it on with his mad avenue job.

i witnessed the sunset flare (the music!!) and the consequent spiral into desoulment, as the yank model steadily assumed its chokehold on british attitudes to money and marketing, with a jolly black giant smile and countless tv pap shows to bend our minds into a narcissistic cavorting before mammon's hologram.

i escaped to the postcard beaches of hawaii, doubtless inspired by the 'blue hawaii' elvis poster i had on my boarding school dorm, to cogitate on the weird wonder of life, and gradually got a few remnants of my sanity back....

now i live in italy and am seeing globaloney eat into the core values that make this country what it is, and i feel for france so much more than i ever did when i lived off-continent.

watching hawaii getting raped was no picquenique either.

when berly got sent packing, it felt soooo good, and i pray for a similar wave of commonsense to roll across france come the election.

bonne chance sego!

wonderfully erudite, relaxed diary, classic et.

mahalo

melo

'The history of public debt is full of irony. It rarely follows our ideas of order and justice.' Thomas Piketty