I have just been down town in Stirling. I was quietly minding my own business, with the dog, waiting on Anne coming out a shop. I was approached by a male, in his late thirties perhaps. I could tell he was distressed and anxious. He walked up to me and said, 'I have no money and nothing to eat. I don't even have anything to pay for electricity, nothing. Can you help me?' I gave him everything I had in my pocket, loose change. He was upset and thanked me. I was angry and I was upset. Not at him, at a succession of governments and more. I considered for a moment and followed him down the street. He was crying. I opened my wallet and gave him all my paper money, everything I had. He did not know what to say and I left him, still in a state. I do not tell this story so you will think, oh, what a nice man or even, oh, what a fool, he will spend it on drugs. You know, I do not give a fuck what he spends it on or what anyone will think of me. I do give a fuck however about successive governments, red, blue, yellow and people in power and fucking banks and all the rest of the untouchables who have cried crocodile tears whilst picking up their next bonus or hooky expenses claim or taken a ten percent rise in their wages whilst not a cent can go to anybody else 'cause we are in a recession and we have to suffer a bit. They are not fuckin' suffering. And you know what makes me even angrier, they keep lying to you, to me and we, like sheep, keep going along and voting them in, the red, the blue and or the yellow, year after year. And falling out amongst ourselves about which is the better. Are we off or heads? No nice picture today, I have nothing appropriate.
