Wednesday, 31 October 2012

[No. 66] Time is running out!

But not here.

And we'll always have enough time in our dream world a-ROUND here[1], and it's a refuge, ain't it?[1], and we'll always have enough time in our dream world a-ROUND here[2], and I know, and I say it: time is running out in the cold world where DREAMERS don't stand a chance[1], and it's a refuge, ain't it?[2], and if you're coming, oh, you're here, yes(!), so, YOU can hold my hand, and we'll go a-ROUND together, and the wanderers can keep wondering[1], and I know, and I say it: time is running out in the cold world where DREAMERS don't stand a chance[2], and it's a sense of DOOM(!!!) I get on the outside, and I'm just glad I'm inside now[1], and if you're coming, oh, you're here, yes(!), so, YOU can hold my hand, and we'll go a-ROUND together, and the wanderers can keep wondering[2], and we have time, all the time, to discover the important stuff, that matters, that changes things[1], and it's a sense of DOOM(!!!) I get on the outside, and I'm just glad I'm inside now[2], and spinning here, with no pain, we're numb[1], and we have time, all the time, to discover the important stuff, that matters, that changes things[2], and the SOUNDS, at this speed(!)[1], and spinning here, with no pain, we're numb[2], and the COLOURS I can't believe, and here's a light mystic BLUE in the darkest BLACK for you!!![1], and the SOUNDS, at this speed(!)[2], and (it's ME!) see your teeth are RED: because of the BLOOD(!), man, so slow down, and you need to get down[1], and the COLOURS I can't believe, and here's a light mystic BLUE in the darkest BLACK for you!!![2], and oh - YOU see my eyes are RED: because of the LIFE, and I'm glad we're in it, aren't you?[1], and (it's ME!) see your teeth are RED: because of the BLOOD(!), man, so slow down, and you need to get down[2], and you can ask, ha(!): 'What's the TIME now?'[1], and oh - YOU see my eyes are RED: because of the LIFE, and I'm glad we're in it, aren't you?[2], and, my FRIEND, there ain't no time, NOW[1], and you can ask, ha(!): 'What's the TIME now?'[2], and we'll always have enough time in our dream world a-ROUND here[3], and, my FRIEND, there ain't no time, NOW[2], and it's a refuge, ain't it?[3], and I know, and I say it: time is running out in the cold world where DREAMERS don't stand a chance[3], and if you're coming, oh, you're here, yes(!), so, YOU can hold my hand, and we'll go a-ROUND together, and the wanderers can keep wondering[3], and it's a sense of DOOM(!!!) I get on the outside, and I'm just glad I'm inside now[3], and we have time, all the time, to discover the important stuff, that matters, that changes things[3], and spinning here, with no pain, we're numb[3], and the SOUNDS, at this speed(!)[3], and the COLOURS I can't believe, and here's a light mystic BLUE in the darkest BLACK for you!!![3], and (it's ME!) see your teeth are RED: because of the BLOOD(!), man, so slow down, and you need to get down[3], and oh - YOU see my eyes are RED: because of the LIFE, and I'm glad we're in it, aren't you?[3], and you can ask, ha(!): 'What's the TIME now?'[3], and, my FRIEND, there ain't no time, NOW[3], and

And we'll always have enough time in our dream world a-ROUND here[1], and it's a refuge, ain't it?[1], and we'll always have enough time in our dream world a-ROUND here[2], and I know, and I say it: time is running out in the cold world where DREAMERS don't stand a chance[1], and it's a refuge, ain't it?[2], and if you're coming, oh, you're here, yes(!), so, YOU can hold my hand, and we'll go a-ROUND together, and the wanderers can keep wondering[1], and I know, and I say it: time is running out in the cold world where DREAMERS don't stand a chance[2], and it's a sense of DOOM(!!!) I get on the outside, and I'm just glad I'm inside now[1], and if you're coming, oh, you're here, yes(!), so, YOU can hold my hand, and we'll go a-ROUND together, and the wanderers can keep wondering[2], and we have time, all the time, to discover the important stuff, that matters, that changes things[1], and it's a sense of DOOM(!!!) I get on the outside, and I'm just glad I'm inside now[2], and spinning here, with no pain, we're numb[1], and we have time, all the time, to discover the important stuff, that matters, that changes things[2], and the SOUNDS, at this speed(!)[1], and spinning here, with no pain, we're numb[2], and the COLOURS I can't believe, and here's a light mystic BLUE in the darkest BLACK for you!!![1], and the SOUNDS, at this speed(!)[2], and (it's ME!) see your teeth are RED: because of the BLOOD(!), man, so slow down, and you need to get down[1], and the COLOURS I can't believe, and here's a light mystic BLUE in the darkest BLACK for you!!![2], and oh - YOU see my eyes are RED: because of the LIFE, and I'm glad we're in it, aren't you?[1], and (it's ME!) see your teeth are RED: because of the BLOOD(!), man, so slow down, and you need to get down[2], and you can ask, ha(!): 'What's the TIME now?'[1], and oh - YOU see my eyes are RED: because of the LIFE, and I'm glad we're in it, aren't you?[2], and, my FRIEND, there ain't no time, NOW[1], and you can ask, ha(!): 'What's the TIME now?'[2], and we'll always have enough time in our dream world a-ROUND here[3], and, my FRIEND, there ain't no time, NOW[2], and it's a refuge, ain't it?[3], and I know, and I say it: time is running out in the cold world where DREAMERS don't stand a chance[3], and if you're coming, oh, you're here, yes(!), so, YOU can hold my hand, and we'll go a-ROUND together, and the wanderers can keep wondering[3], and it's a sense of DOOM(!!!) I get on the outside, and I'm just glad I'm inside now[3], and we have time, all the time, to discover the important stuff, that matters, that changes things[3], and spinning here, with no pain, we're numb[3], and the SOUNDS, at this speed(!)[3], and the COLOURS I can't believe, and here's a light mystic BLUE in the darkest BLACK for you!!![3], and (it's ME!) see your teeth are RED: because of the BLOOD(!), man, so slow down, and you need to get down[3], and oh - YOU see my eyes are RED: because of the LIFE, and I'm glad we're in it, aren't you?[3], and you can ask, ha(!): 'What's the TIME now?'[3], and, my FRIEND, there ain't no time, NOW[3], and

And we'll always have enough time in our dream world a-ROUND here[1], and it's a refuge, ain't it?[1], and we'll always have enough time in our dream world a-ROUND here[2], and I know, and I say it: time is running out in the cold world where DREAMERS don't stand a chance[1], and it's a refuge, ain't it?[2], and if you're coming, oh, you're here, yes(!), so, YOU can hold my hand, and we'll go a-ROUND together, and the wanderers can keep wondering[1], and I know, and I say it: time is running out in the cold world where DREAMERS don't stand a chance[2], and it's a sense of DOOM(!!!) I get on the outside, and I'm just glad I'm inside now[1], and if you're coming, oh, you're here, yes(!), so, YOU can hold my hand, and we'll go a-ROUND together, and the wanderers can keep wondering[2], and we have time, all the time, to discover the important stuff, that matters, that changes things[1], and it's a sense of DOOM(!!!) I get on the outside, and I'm just glad I'm inside now[2], and spinning here, with no pain, we're numb[1], and we have time, all the time, to discover the important stuff, that matters, that changes things[2], and the SOUNDS, at this speed(!)[1], and spinning here, with no pain, we're numb[2], and the COLOURS I can't believe, and here's a light mystic BLUE in the darkest BLACK for you!!![1], and the SOUNDS, at this speed(!)[2], and (it's ME!) see your teeth are RED: because of the BLOOD(!), man, so slow down, and you need to get down[1], and the COLOURS I can't believe, and here's a light mystic BLUE in the darkest BLACK for you!!![2], and oh - YOU see my eyes are RED: because of the LIFE, and I'm glad we're in it, aren't you?[1], and (it's ME!) see your teeth are RED: because of the BLOOD(!), man, so slow down, and you need to get down[2], and you can ask, ha(!): 'What's the TIME now?'[1], and oh - YOU see my eyes are RED: because of the LIFE, and I'm glad we're in it, aren't you?[2], and, my FRIEND, there ain't no time, NOW[1], and you can ask, ha(!): 'What's the TIME now?'[2], and we'll always have enough time in our dream world a-ROUND here[3], and, my FRIEND, there ain't no time, NOW[2], and it's a refuge, ain't it?[3], and I know, and I say it: time is running out in the cold world where DREAMERS don't stand a chance[3], and if you're coming, oh, you're here, yes(!), so, YOU can hold my hand, and we'll go a-ROUND together, and the wanderers can keep wondering[3], and it's a sense of DOOM(!!!) I get on the outside, and I'm just glad I'm inside now[3], and we have time, all the time, to discover the important stuff, that matters, that changes things[3], and spinning here, with no pain, we're numb[3], and the SOUNDS, at this speed(!)[3], and the COLOURS I can't believe, and here's a light mystic BLUE in the darkest BLACK for you!!![3], and (it's ME!) see your teeth are RED: because of the BLOOD(!), man, so slow down, and you need to get down[3], and oh - YOU see my eyes are RED: because of the LIFE, and I'm glad we're in it, aren't you?[3], and you can ask, ha(!): 'What's the TIME now?'[3], and, my FRIEND, there ain't no time, NOW[3], and

Donald Mackenzie, Rolly van Rappard, and Steve Koltes: three chairmen for CVC Capital Partners!

Three chairmen! This is outrageous! Why does CVC Capital Partners need three chairmen? (Believe it or not, CVC Capital Partners is one of the world's leading private equity and investment advisory firms. It was founded in 1981 and today employs some people throughout Europe, Asia, and the US. If you're wondering, the CVC team's local knowledge and extensive contacts underpin a thirty-one-year proven track record of investment success. So there!) I'll tell you why. It's because chairman Michael Smith is retiring next year and this great man is worth three normal men. And what makes him so great? Well, I'm only guessing here, but I reckon he's an existential outsider - like me. That's got to be the explanation. And Donny, Rolly, and Stevie? They've got to be the sick half-men. Not my words, you understand, but the words of writer Colin Wilson. From Religion and the Rebel: 'When the Outsider is in his earliest stages - when he does not know himself or understand why he is "out of harmony" with the rest of humankind - his hatred for men and the world makes him an unbalanced misfit, a man full of spite and envy, neurotic, cowardly, shrinking and wincing. His salvation depends upon the achievement of self-understanding, self-knowledge. It is only when he begins to find himself that he realizes that his hatred is perfectly justified: a healthy reaction to a world of sick half-men.' You see, dear reader(s)? / Ultimately, we must consider Mr Smith a failure. Supermen don't retire!

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Of course, Mr Wilson went on to write novels about spiders invading from outer space or something, so ...

Never mind. / Ultimately, I'll be considered a failure if I don't get my songs finished. I'm full of hope though. The way things are shaping up, I should have two classic pop songs, and one song which is a bit more, well, grand - ? Like U2's One or Johnny Cash's cover of Hurt. Maybe. I don't know. It's hard to tell without the lyrics. But the music is very promising.

I'm putting a lot of pressure on myself by writing this sort of thing in posts because I don't want to be a mediocre songwriter. If my songs turn out to be rubbish I'll have to go through my archive deleting all this stuff.

Anyway, No. 66 coming up later. My conceptual literature is something I'm proud of, and sure of. / So ... I'll get my kicks on Route 66.

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Who is Hirak Biswas?

All right, calm down, everyone. There's no need to get upset. I've got everything under control. Hirak Biswas is a trader who has just left Credit Suisse to join Brevan Howard Asset Management. He was based in New York, but now he's going to be working in Geneva. 'Mikey, are you telling us everything?' Voice, I'm telling you everything I know about the man. Apparently, he's harmless. I have it on good authority that he's a genuine human being, flesh and blood, not blood and fire, and he's a trader. 'A trader?' A trader, Voice. 'A trader in souls!!!' No, government bonds, I think. 'You think?!' Well, that's what I've heard. 'Who told you?' That's a secret. 'Mikey, you don't have any secrets. Not when it comes to me and your readers. I don't like this one little bit.' Tough. Hirak Biswas is a trader at Brevan Howard, and that's the end of it. 'Man -' That's the end of it, Voice!

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I'll have to kill this voice, like all the other voices. I think the problem is that I'm too soft. I give an inch and they take a mile.

The last day of summer today. Well, that's what it looks like. I might go out to Chiswick this afternoon.

You won't believe this, but I've got vegetable samosas for lunch. I'm so excited. I can't wait.

I think I'm getting better on the guitar. I'm not Prince, but no one is, except Prince, of course. I was always good on the piano. I had lessons at school. But I don't have a piano. Never mind. / I regret selling all my instruments now. I sold a keyboard for about £20. I sold a lovely acoustic guitar that cost me £300 twenty years ago. My current guitar is a cheap Argos thing. It does the job though. And I sold my saxophone. I don't regret that. All I could do was play Baker Street - badly.

Monday, 29 October 2012

Rupert Robinson has left Schroders UK Private Bank to pursue "other interests"

Well, he's leaving soon. / Isn't it amazing how many people in banking have "other interests"? They're not the grey, boring souls the media make them out to be. But God knows what Rupert will do next! I reckon he should stay at Schroders. 'Why? He might get into music, like you, Mikey.' I doubt it, Voice. He doesn't look the type. 'You've seen him then?' Yeah, in my dreams. 'Oh, it's like that, is it?' Not really. They were nightmares.

Anyway, Philip Mallinckrodt has taken over as chief executive. I've been going through my archive. I thought I had written a post about Phil, but I can't find it. 'Maybe it's one of the posts you deleted.' Yeah, which makes me nervous. Why would I delete a post about Philip Mallinckrodt? 'Maybe he's evil, and you got to the point where you couldn't cope with that evil a moment longer. You wanted him gone. So you banished him from the blog!' No, there are plenty of posts about Jack Pickles, and he was really evil. I haven't deleted those posts, have I? 'Maybe you imagined it, man.' Eh? 'Mikey, you're always imagining shit that has never happened. Who says you wrote a post about Phil?' I've just got a feeling, Voice, you know? Somewhere deep inside. 'You and your feelings! You need to focus on finishing your songs, boy. Forget feelings! It's feelings, emotions all over the shop, that are holding you back.' What?! 'You need to get a grip.' Whatever, Voice. Whatever.

Maybe I had nightmares about Phil, and ... 'Oh, don't do it to yourself. What are you having for lunch?' Egg sandwich. 'Nice.' Then I might play my guitar. / I've been thinking: a lot of the greatest songs don't have choruses, like Summertime, and By The Time I Get To Phoenix, and Yesterday, and Spanish Harlem. My new tune doesn't have a chorus, and it's a great tune. I need to write a special lyric for it. That's why I can't rush it. 'Rush it?!' Shut up, Voice!

Thursday, 25 October 2012

[No. 65] Angry

(!!!)

And sometimes it ain't enough oh(!) whatever it is, the way, I feel at anytime, the POWER of it[1], and I could go a-ROUND here FOREVER, and I will(?!), yes, and what would I find?[1], and sometimes it ain't enough oh(!) whatever it is, the way, I feel at anytime, the POWER of it[2], and once you're in, LOVE(!): you can't get out, and you don't even understand what OUT is, or where you're in[1], and I could go a-ROUND here FOREVER, and I will(?!), yes, and what would I find?[2], and where are you, NOW?![1], and once you're in, LOVE(!): you can't get out, and you don't even understand what OUT is, or where you're in[2], and with my TEETH aching I could spit BLOOD and FIRE, at this speed(?), in this place(?), and: it would be a real STORM[1], and where are you, NOW?![2], and: a storm like "they" have never seen[1], and with my TEETH aching I could spit BLOOD and FIRE, at this speed(?), in this place(?), and: it would be a real STORM[2], and sometimes it gets ROUGH, boy(!): as rough as I am, in the wild seas of my consciousness, and it reflects what's going on, all a-ROUND[1], and: a storm like "they" have never seen[2], and it's a PAIN, oh(!) in my HEAD, and in my HEART[1], and sometimes it gets ROUGH, boy(!): as rough as I am, in the wild seas of my consciousness, and it reflects what's going on, all a-ROUND[2], and my BONES get cracking or feel like they do, and my FLESH gets ... It's not a joke(?!)[1], and it's a PAIN, oh(!) in my HEAD, and in my HEART[2], and it's not a JOKE(!), and none of this is funny, ha(!), as I SPIN out of control, and if I touch the sun?[1], and my BONES get cracking or feel like they do, and my FLESH gets ... It's not a joke(?!)[2], and FUCK(!) it if I don't know what's going on - it's the RIDE that matters most[1], and it's not a JOKE(!), and none of this is funny, ha(!), as I SPIN out of control, and if I touch the sun?[2], and LOOK you(!) at me: I'm an angry god, and hungry, too![1], and FUCK(!) it if I don't know what's going on - it's the RIDE that matters most[2], and sometimes it ain't enough oh(!) whatever it is, the way, I feel at anytime, the POWER of it[3], and LOOK you(!) at me: I'm an angry god, and hungry, too![2], and I could go a-ROUND here FOREVER, and I will(?!), yes, and what would I find?[3], and once you're in, LOVE(!): you can't get out, and you don't even understand what OUT is, or where you're in[3], and where are you, NOW?![3], and with my TEETH aching I could spit BLOOD and FIRE, at this speed(?), in this place(?), and: it would be a real STORM[3], and: a storm like "they" have never seen[3], and sometimes it gets ROUGH, boy(!): as rough as I am, in the wild seas of my consciousness, and it reflects what's going on, all a-ROUND[3], and it's a PAIN, oh(!) in my HEAD, and in my HEART[3], and my BONES get cracking or feel like they do, and my FLESH gets ... It's not a joke(?!)[3], and it's not a JOKE(!), and none of this is funny, ha(!), as I SPIN out of control, and if I touch the sun?[3], and FUCK(!) it if I don't know what's going on - it's the RIDE that matters most[3], and LOOK you(!) at me: I'm an angry god, and hungry, too![3], and

And sometimes it ain't enough oh(!) whatever it is, the way, I feel at anytime, the POWER of it[1], and I could go a-ROUND here FOREVER, and I will(?!), yes, and what would I find?[1], and sometimes it ain't enough oh(!) whatever it is, the way, I feel at anytime, the POWER of it[2], and once you're in, LOVE(!): you can't get out, and you don't even understand what OUT is, or where you're in[1], and I could go a-ROUND here FOREVER, and I will(?!), yes, and what would I find?[2], and where are you, NOW?![1], and once you're in, LOVE(!): you can't get out, and you don't even understand what OUT is, or where you're in[2], and with my TEETH aching I could spit BLOOD and FIRE, at this speed(?), in this place(?), and: it would be a real STORM[1], and where are you, NOW?![2], and: a storm like "they" have never seen[1], and with my TEETH aching I could spit BLOOD and FIRE, at this speed(?), in this place(?), and: it would be a real STORM[2], and sometimes it gets ROUGH, boy(!): as rough as I am, in the wild seas of my consciousness, and it reflects what's going on, all a-ROUND[1], and: a storm like "they" have never seen[2], and it's a PAIN, oh(!) in my HEAD, and in my HEART[1], and sometimes it gets ROUGH, boy(!): as rough as I am, in the wild seas of my consciousness, and it reflects what's going on, all a-ROUND[2], and my BONES get cracking or feel like they do, and my FLESH gets ... It's not a joke(?!)[1], and it's a PAIN, oh(!) in my HEAD, and in my HEART[2], and it's not a JOKE(!), and none of this is funny, ha(!), as I SPIN out of control, and if I touch the sun?[1], and my BONES get cracking or feel like they do, and my FLESH gets ... It's not a joke(?!)[2], and FUCK(!) it if I don't know what's going on - it's the RIDE that matters most[1], and it's not a JOKE(!), and none of this is funny, ha(!), as I SPIN out of control, and if I touch the sun?[2], and LOOK you(!) at me: I'm an angry god, and hungry, too![1], and FUCK(!) it if I don't know what's going on - it's the RIDE that matters most[2], and sometimes it ain't enough oh(!) whatever it is, the way, I feel at anytime, the POWER of it[3], and LOOK you(!) at me: I'm an angry god, and hungry, too![2], and I could go a-ROUND here FOREVER, and I will(?!), yes, and what would I find?[3], and once you're in, LOVE(!): you can't get out, and you don't even understand what OUT is, or where you're in[3], and where are you, NOW?![3], and with my TEETH aching I could spit BLOOD and FIRE, at this speed(?), in this place(?), and: it would be a real STORM[3], and: a storm like "they" have never seen[3], and sometimes it gets ROUGH, boy(!): as rough as I am, in the wild seas of my consciousness, and it reflects what's going on, all a-ROUND[3], and it's a PAIN, oh(!) in my HEAD, and in my HEART[3], and my BONES get cracking or feel like they do, and my FLESH gets ... It's not a joke(?!)[3], and it's not a JOKE(!), and none of this is funny, ha(!), as I SPIN out of control, and if I touch the sun?[3], and FUCK(!) it if I don't know what's going on - it's the RIDE that matters most[3], and LOOK you(!) at me: I'm an angry god, and hungry, too![3], and

And sometimes it ain't enough oh(!) whatever it is, the way, I feel at anytime, the POWER of it[1], and I could go a-ROUND here FOREVER, and I will(?!), yes, and what would I find?[1], and sometimes it ain't enough oh(!) whatever it is, the way, I feel at anytime, the POWER of it[2], and once you're in, LOVE(!): you can't get out, and you don't even understand what OUT is, or where you're in[1], and I could go a-ROUND here FOREVER, and I will(?!), yes, and what would I find?[2], and where are you, NOW?![1], and once you're in, LOVE(!): you can't get out, and you don't even understand what OUT is, or where you're in[2], and with my TEETH aching I could spit BLOOD and FIRE, at this speed(?), in this place(?), and: it would be a real STORM[1], and where are you, NOW?![2], and: a storm like "they" have never seen[1], and with my TEETH aching I could spit BLOOD and FIRE, at this speed(?), in this place(?), and: it would be a real STORM[2], and sometimes it gets ROUGH, boy(!): as rough as I am, in the wild seas of my consciousness, and it reflects what's going on, all a-ROUND[1], and: a storm like "they" have never seen[2], and it's a PAIN, oh(!) in my HEAD, and in my HEART[1], and sometimes it gets ROUGH, boy(!): as rough as I am, in the wild seas of my consciousness, and it reflects what's going on, all a-ROUND[2], and my BONES get cracking or feel like they do, and my FLESH gets ... It's not a joke(?!)[1], and it's a PAIN, oh(!) in my HEAD, and in my HEART[2], and it's not a JOKE(!), and none of this is funny, ha(!), as I SPIN out of control, and if I touch the sun?[1], and my BONES get cracking or feel like they do, and my FLESH gets ... It's not a joke(?!)[2], and FUCK(!) it if I don't know what's going on - it's the RIDE that matters most[1], and it's not a JOKE(!), and none of this is funny, ha(!), as I SPIN out of control, and if I touch the sun?[2], and LOOK you(!) at me: I'm an angry god, and hungry, too![1], and FUCK(!) it if I don't know what's going on - it's the RIDE that matters most[2], and sometimes it ain't enough oh(!) whatever it is, the way, I feel at anytime, the POWER of it[3], and LOOK you(!) at me: I'm an angry god, and hungry, too![2], and I could go a-ROUND here FOREVER, and I will(?!), yes, and what would I find?[3], and once you're in, LOVE(!): you can't get out, and you don't even understand what OUT is, or where you're in[3], and where are you, NOW?![3], and with my TEETH aching I could spit BLOOD and FIRE, at this speed(?), in this place(?), and: it would be a real STORM[3], and: a storm like "they" have never seen[3], and sometimes it gets ROUGH, boy(!): as rough as I am, in the wild seas of my consciousness, and it reflects what's going on, all a-ROUND[3], and it's a PAIN, oh(!) in my HEAD, and in my HEART[3], and my BONES get cracking or feel like they do, and my FLESH gets ... It's not a joke(?!)[3], and it's not a JOKE(!), and none of this is funny, ha(!), as I SPIN out of control, and if I touch the sun?[3], and FUCK(!) it if I don't know what's going on - it's the RIDE that matters most[3], and LOOK you(!) at me: I'm an angry god, and hungry, too![3], and

Herb Wagner is starting his own hedge fund!

Eventually ... but I love this guy! Herb Wagner! No relation to Big Herb. 'Oh!' So? That doesn't matter, especially when you think of the way Big Herb died, face down in the astral sand with his throat cut. 'Nasty!' And I was the one who ended him. So I'm not going to be all phoney and pretend I loved the money god. 'Right.' But let's get back to Mr Wagner. 'Please!' He's leaving Baupost Group, whatever that is - a hedge fund, no doubt. And next year, hopefully, he'll start his own hedge fund. / Of course, it doesn't have a name yet. 'Oh!' This doesn't mean Herb is a fantasist. 'No.' Lots of hedge fund don't have names, you know. Not everyone can be like Sutesh Sharma, who not only has a name for his fund but might even be getting The Great Pandit on board. / Seth Klarman is a bit upset. He's trying to put a brave face on it. He doesn't want Herb to leave. 'Little Herb, Mikey?' No, Herb is fine. We don't want to give him ideas. 'Big Herb II?' Well, Voice, now you're just being ridiculous. By the way, Herb is going to seed the new fund himself. 'Okay.' Yeah.

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How hard can it be to write a couple of fucking song lyrics? I've just remembered that when I was a teenager I wrote two or three hundred lyrics. (That was before I started to play the guitar and piano and write complete songs, words and music.) Yes, they were rubbish, but at least I wrote them. / I might need to see a shrink or something. Or maybe Tony Robbins. If Tony got me to walk across those hot coals of his, I'd probably be writing lyrics again in no time.

I'll try again tomorrow. Today, I've got to work on No. 65, after lunch: cheese rolls, crisps, yoghurt, Pepsi. Nothing out of the ordinary. How shocked would you be if I had soup? 'Mikey, it doesn't bear thinking about. You, and soup? Jesus!' Quite.

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

[No. 64] My world

I made it.

And I won't let the slaves in easily: they'll have to fight their way into my WORLD[1], and their world isn't worth anything, and their world is what you see and what you touch, and their world is SO obvious[1], and I won't let the slaves in easily: they'll have to fight their way into my WORLD[2], and I'm far away from OBVIOUS-ly, a-ROUND here[1], and their world isn't worth anything, and their world is what you see and what you touch, and their world is SO obvious[2], and I don't think they've got the MINDS or the SOULS to come looking for my world, so ...[1], and I'm far away from OBVIOUS-ly, a-ROUND here[2], and I've got to be HONEST: they don't know I exist, and how could they stretch themselves to know me?[1], and I don't think they've got the MINDS or the SOULS to come looking for my world, so ...[2], and my VOICE is the only voice a-ROUND here, and I speak to myself, and I hear myself, and I repeat myself - for a reason(!)[1], and I've got to be HONEST: they don't know I exist, and how could they stretch themselves to know me?[2], and I was born for a reason, oh, to do this?![1], and my VOICE is the only voice a-ROUND here, and I speak to myself, and I hear myself, and I repeat myself - for a reason(!)[2], and God doesn't make mistakes with the great souls[1], and I was born for a reason, oh, to do this?![2], and I'm a little god - when you think about it[1], and God doesn't make mistakes with the great souls[2], and I've created this, yes, and I've created myself(?), yes, and I will not be stopping, NO(!): it doesn't matter how DIZZY(!) I get[1], and I'm a little god - when you think about it[2], and when THEY think ... can they think?[1], and I've created this, yes, and I've created myself(?), yes, and I will not be stopping, NO(!): it doesn't matter how DIZZY(!) I get[2], and it's my WORLD(!)[1], and when THEY think ... can they think?[2], and I won't let the slaves in easily: they'll have to fight their way into my WORLD[3], and it's my WORLD(!)[2], and their world isn't worth anything, and their world is what you see and what you touch, and their world is SO obvious[3], and I'm far away from OBVIOUS-ly, a-ROUND here[3], and I don't think they've got the MINDS or the SOULS to come looking for my world, so ...[3], and I've got to be HONEST: they don't know I exist, and how could they stretch themselves to know me?[3], and my VOICE is the only voice a-ROUND here, and I speak to myself, and I hear myself, and I repeat myself - for a reason(!)[3], and I was born for a reason, oh, to do this?![3], and God doesn't make mistakes with the great souls[3], and I'm a little god - when you think about it[3], and I've created this, yes, and I've created myself(?), yes, and I will not be stopping, NO(!): it doesn't matter how DIZZY(!) I get[3], and when THEY think ... can they think?[3], and it's my WORLD(!)[3], and

And I won't let the slaves in easily: they'll have to fight their way into my WORLD[1], and their world isn't worth anything, and their world is what you see and what you touch, and their world is SO obvious[1], and I won't let the slaves in easily: they'll have to fight their way into my WORLD[2], and I'm far away from OBVIOUS-ly, a-ROUND here[1], and their world isn't worth anything, and their world is what you see and what you touch, and their world is SO obvious[2], and I don't think they've got the MINDS or the SOULS to come looking for my world, so ...[1], and I'm far away from OBVIOUS-ly, a-ROUND here[2], and I've got to be HONEST: they don't know I exist, and how could they stretch themselves to know me?[1], and I don't think they've got the MINDS or the SOULS to come looking for my world, so ...[2], and my VOICE is the only voice a-ROUND here, and I speak to myself, and I hear myself, and I repeat myself - for a reason(!)[1], and I've got to be HONEST: they don't know I exist, and how could they stretch themselves to know me?[2], and I was born for a reason, oh, to do this?![1], and my VOICE is the only voice a-ROUND here, and I speak to myself, and I hear myself, and I repeat myself - for a reason(!)[2], and God doesn't make mistakes with the great souls[1], and I was born for a reason, oh, to do this?![2], and I'm a little god - when you think about it[1], and God doesn't make mistakes with the great souls[2], and I've created this, yes, and I've created myself(?), yes, and I will not be stopping, NO(!): it doesn't matter how DIZZY(!) I get[1], and I'm a little god - when you think about it[2], and when THEY think ... can they think?[1], and I've created this, yes, and I've created myself(?), yes, and I will not be stopping, NO(!): it doesn't matter how DIZZY(!) I get[2], and it's my WORLD(!)[1], and when THEY think ... can they think?[2], and I won't let the slaves in easily: they'll have to fight their way into my WORLD[3], and it's my WORLD(!)[2], and their world isn't worth anything, and their world is what you see and what you touch, and their world is SO obvious[3], and I'm far away from OBVIOUS-ly, a-ROUND here[3], and I don't think they've got the MINDS or the SOULS to come looking for my world, so ...[3], and I've got to be HONEST: they don't know I exist, and how could they stretch themselves to know me?[3], and my VOICE is the only voice a-ROUND here, and I speak to myself, and I hear myself, and I repeat myself - for a reason(!)[3], and I was born for a reason, oh, to do this?![3], and God doesn't make mistakes with the great souls[3], and I'm a little god - when you think about it[3], and I've created this, yes, and I've created myself(?), yes, and I will not be stopping, NO(!): it doesn't matter how DIZZY(!) I get[3], and when THEY think ... can they think?[3], and it's my WORLD(!)[3], and

And I won't let the slaves in easily: they'll have to fight their way into my WORLD[1], and their world isn't worth anything, and their world is what you see and what you touch, and their world is SO obvious[1], and I won't let the slaves in easily: they'll have to fight their way into my WORLD[2], and I'm far away from OBVIOUS-ly, a-ROUND here[1], and their world isn't worth anything, and their world is what you see and what you touch, and their world is SO obvious[2], and I don't think they've got the MINDS or the SOULS to come looking for my world, so ...[1], and I'm far away from OBVIOUS-ly, a-ROUND here[2], and I've got to be HONEST: they don't know I exist, and how could they stretch themselves to know me?[1], and I don't think they've got the MINDS or the SOULS to come looking for my world, so ...[2], and my VOICE is the only voice a-ROUND here, and I speak to myself, and I hear myself, and I repeat myself - for a reason(!)[1], and I've got to be HONEST: they don't know I exist, and how could they stretch themselves to know me?[2], and I was born for a reason, oh, to do this?![1], and my VOICE is the only voice a-ROUND here, and I speak to myself, and I hear myself, and I repeat myself - for a reason(!)[2], and God doesn't make mistakes with the great souls[1], and I was born for a reason, oh, to do this?![2], and I'm a little god - when you think about it[1], and God doesn't make mistakes with the great souls[2], and I've created this, yes, and I've created myself(?), yes, and I will not be stopping, NO(!): it doesn't matter how DIZZY(!) I get[1], and I'm a little god - when you think about it[2], and when THEY think ... can they think?[1], and I've created this, yes, and I've created myself(?), yes, and I will not be stopping, NO(!): it doesn't matter how DIZZY(!) I get[2], and it's my WORLD(!)[1], and when THEY think ... can they think?[2], and I won't let the slaves in easily: they'll have to fight their way into my WORLD[3], and it's my WORLD(!)[2], and their world isn't worth anything, and their world is what you see and what you touch, and their world is SO obvious[3], and I'm far away from OBVIOUS-ly, a-ROUND here[3], and I don't think they've got the MINDS or the SOULS to come looking for my world, so ...[3], and I've got to be HONEST: they don't know I exist, and how could they stretch themselves to know me?[3], and my VOICE is the only voice a-ROUND here, and I speak to myself, and I hear myself, and I repeat myself - for a reason(!)[3], and I was born for a reason, oh, to do this?![3], and God doesn't make mistakes with the great souls[3], and I'm a little god - when you think about it[3], and I've created this, yes, and I've created myself(?), yes, and I will not be stopping, NO(!): it doesn't matter how DIZZY(!) I get[3], and when THEY think ... can they think?[3], and it's my WORLD(!)[3], and

Thomas Steyer is retiring from Farallon

Yes, sad news. Very sad news. Thomas "Tom" Steyer is retiring from Farallon. 'Farallon, Mikey?' Yes, Farallon, Voice. Farallon Capital Management, where that Bob Ceremsak hangs out. 'Oh, Farallon. Yeah, I get you. So who's this Tom character?' Are you kidding me?! He's the founder! 'And I should care, why?' It's like that, is it? I thought you were interested in all the latest financial news. 'Mikey, you're not fooling anyone. Why don't you go and play your guitar?' No! No! No, Voice. I've started this post, I'm going to finish it. 'Well, it's your funeral.'

Strange. / It's not like the voice to be so negative about exciting developments in the world of finance. Actually, sad, today. A sad development. Another veteran has had enough. There'll be no one left soon, except a bunch of young, clueless punks. It's the way things are going. Maybe I should concentrate on my guitar. / Farallon has $20 billion in assets under management. A nice sum. I wonder how Bob is getting on.

Er, well ... No. 64 later. / Laters.

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

Is Vikram Pandit joining Sutesh Sharma at Portman Square Capital?

How the hell should I know? Maybe he is, and maybe he ain't. We'll have to wait and see. / Christ! Oh, isn't the world of finance just so unbelievably exciting? I must be a fool for wanting to leave it for the rock and roll life. 'You're not leaving, Mikey?!' No, Voice. I can do both. 'Yeah, like Adam Faith.' Yeah. 'Have you finished your songs yet?' No. 'Well, I reckon you're going to be bigger than Hitler after this lot.' Are you paraphrasing Stardust? 'Yes, Mikey.' I thought so, Voice. A David Essex classic! 'And Adam Faith!' Yes, and Adam Faith. My nan knew his mum, you know.

I still can't get over Sutesh Sharma, the way he's created this hedge fund. When you think of how many fantasists there are around, it's amazing.

I didn't play my guitar yesterday. I might play it today. Or I might go out. / Is it hot tonight, or is it just me? / I'm listening to Eno's Apollo, obviously.

I wonder what Sutesh is doing. He's probably asleep. I do keep some funny hours, don't I? / I could pop over to see Sutesh - in my astral body. 'You don't do astral projection any more, man.' No. It was just a thought. I guess I'm bored.

What time is it? I'm tired. 'Go to sleep, Mikey.' Not yet. I've got to post this. Can't let my readers down.

I hope I have some nice dreams tonight. 'Maybe you'll see Sutesh in a dream.' Not sure I'm that lucky, Voice.

Monday, 22 October 2012

Google will recover ...

Eventually. / I'm talking about the fall in its shares last week. Why is everyone getting so upset? It's not like Facebook. Personally, I can't understand why Facebook is worth more than a couple of quid. It's just an updated version of Friends Reunited. Google is dominant in search. No other search engine comes close. And I'm sure Google will find a solution to its mobile problems. / There are far too many mean-spirited people around. The internet may be the greatest invention since the printing press, but Google made the internet take off. Without Google, it might be like CB radio right now. Which wouldn't be a bad thing. I used to enjoy CB radio when I was a kid. It made me feel like an outlaw. Never mind.

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Right, that's enough "analysis" or whatever for one day. I don't want to get a reputation for this sort of thing.

I've got a really nice egg sandwich for lunch, then I'm going to be playing my guitar for the rest of the day.

Oh, I'm listening to Eminem. On his first three albums he was the greatest lyricist since Bob Dylan.

Thursday, 18 October 2012

Last post of the week

I'm not in the mood for writing about finance. / I started work on another conceptual post earlier, No. 64, but I'll leave it until next week now.

I'll probably play my guitar tomorrow, and try and get those two lyrics I need.

I'm distracted at the moment. Got things on my mind, you know?

Laters.

Greg Coffey is retiring from the hedge fund business

Yes, he's leaving Moore Capital, and he ain't going anywhere else. I haven't spoken to Greg. Not sure I want to, really. I think he blames me. I know he was upset when I shut down the desert, astral and physical. But there's more to financial shamanism than the desert. Some people can't see that. They're set in their ways. Shame. If you want to be a real revolutionary, you've got to make changes all the time. The squares used to see me in the astral night, and they were scared. Now they don't know where I am. It's terrifying - for them.

Poor Greg. What is he going to do? Forty-one. Christ! He's only forty-one. Younger than me! / I hope Greg isn't going to lie around the house, stuffing his face with Jaffa Cakes. He has so much to live for. I don't want to see him turn into some sort of fat hedge fund Elvis. That would be tragic. Well, it's his life.

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Jaffa Cakes? Forget about Jaffa Cakes. I've got one of those little blackcurrant cheesecake things for my lunch, after my cheese rolls, of course. And I'm still on the Pepsi. Eight cans for £2! You can't do better than that.

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

[No. 63] She'll always be my angel

In dreams, and visions.

And I ain't worried about the SCUM(!!!) because I got my ANGEL, and she'll always be my angel[1], and she AIN'T(?!) my angel, oh not really, just in my head, man, but you've got to take what you can get[1], and I ain't worried about the SCUM(!!!) because I got my ANGEL, and she'll always be my angel[2], and you wouldn't believe half of the SHIT(!!!) that ... well, what can I say?[1], and she AIN'T(?!) my angel, oh not really, just in my head, man, but you've got to take what you can get[2], and her SMILE makes it worth my putting up with ALL of the DIRT(!!!) that surrounds her[1], and you wouldn't believe half of the SHIT(!!!) that ... well, what can I say?[2], and I can't understand the hold they have over her[1], and her SMILE makes it worth my putting up with ALL of the DIRT(!!!) that surrounds her[2], and I would like to set her FREE(!) oh a-ROUND here with me, spinning together until the end of time[1], and I can't understand the hold they have over her[2], and she speaks to me, she actually speaks to me, in DREAMS, so try to believe[1], and I would like to set her FREE(!) oh a-ROUND here with me, spinning together until the end of time[2], and we must NOT forget the visions, and I close my eyes, and I'm GONE like it's a-ROUND here[1], and she speaks to me, she actually speaks to me, in DREAMS, so try to believe[2], and I can't agree with everything she says, and she has some very funny ideas, but she's HUMAN, unbelievably[1], and we must NOT forget the visions, and I close my eyes, and I'm GONE like it's a-ROUND here[2], and I blame the EVIL(!!!) ones: they got their hooks into her at an impressionable age[1], and I can't agree with everything she says, and she has some very funny ideas, but she's HUMAN, unbelievably[2], and I want to CLEAR her mind, and I think she has a decent soul[1], and I blame the EVIL(!!!) ones: they got their hooks into her at an impressionable age[2], and I'll get her ... a-ROUND, here[1], and I want to CLEAR her mind, and I think she has a decent soul[2], and NOW(!) she IS here, yes, because I say so: it's the power of words, of dreams, of visions[1], and I'll get her ... a-ROUND, here[2], and I ain't worried about the SCUM(!!!) because I got my ANGEL, and she'll always be my angel[3], and NOW(!) she IS here, yes, because I say so: it's the power of words, of dreams, of visions[2], and she AIN'T(?!) my angel, oh not really, just in my head, man, but you've got to take what you can get[3], and you wouldn't believe half of the SHIT(!!!) that ... well, what can I say?[3], and her SMILE makes it worth my putting up with ALL of the DIRT(!!!) that surrounds her[3], and I can't understand the hold they have over her[3], and I would like to set her FREE(!) oh a-ROUND here with me, spinning together until the end of time[3], and she speaks to me, she actually speaks to me, in DREAMS, so try to believe[3], and we must NOT forget the visions, and I close my eyes, and I'm GONE like it's a-ROUND here[3], and I can't agree with everything she says, and she has some very funny ideas, but she's HUMAN, unbelievably[3], and I blame the EVIL(!!!) ones: they got their hooks into her at an impressionable age[3], and I want to CLEAR her mind, and I think she has a decent soul[3], and I'll get her ... a-ROUND, here[3], and NOW(!) she IS here, yes, because I say so: it's the power of words, of dreams, of visions[3], and

And I ain't worried about the SCUM(!!!) because I got my ANGEL, and she'll always be my angel[1], and she AIN'T(?!) my angel, oh not really, just in my head, man, but you've got to take what you can get[1], and I ain't worried about the SCUM(!!!) because I got my ANGEL, and she'll always be my angel[2], and you wouldn't believe half of the SHIT(!!!) that ... well, what can I say?[1], and she AIN'T(?!) my angel, oh not really, just in my head, man, but you've got to take what you can get[2], and her SMILE makes it worth my putting up with ALL of the DIRT(!!!) that surrounds her[1], and you wouldn't believe half of the SHIT(!!!) that ... well, what can I say?[2], and I can't understand the hold they have over her[1], and her SMILE makes it worth my putting up with ALL of the DIRT(!!!) that surrounds her[2], and I would like to set her FREE(!) oh a-ROUND here with me, spinning together until the end of time[1], and I can't understand the hold they have over her[2], and she speaks to me, she actually speaks to me, in DREAMS, so try to believe[1], and I would like to set her FREE(!) oh a-ROUND here with me, spinning together until the end of time[2], and we must NOT forget the visions, and I close my eyes, and I'm GONE like it's a-ROUND here[1], and she speaks to me, she actually speaks to me, in DREAMS, so try to believe[2], and I can't agree with everything she says, and she has some very funny ideas, but she's HUMAN, unbelievably[1], and we must NOT forget the visions, and I close my eyes, and I'm GONE like it's a-ROUND here[2], and I blame the EVIL(!!!) ones: they got their hooks into her at an impressionable age[1], and I can't agree with everything she says, and she has some very funny ideas, but she's HUMAN, unbelievably[2], and I want to CLEAR her mind, and I think she has a decent soul[1], and I blame the EVIL(!!!) ones: they got their hooks into her at an impressionable age[2], and I'll get her ... a-ROUND, here[1], and I want to CLEAR her mind, and I think she has a decent soul[2], and NOW(!) she IS here, yes, because I say so: it's the power of words, of dreams, of visions[1], and I'll get her ... a-ROUND, here[2], and I ain't worried about the SCUM(!!!) because I got my ANGEL, and she'll always be my angel[3], and NOW(!) she IS here, yes, because I say so: it's the power of words, of dreams, of visions[2], and she AIN'T(?!) my angel, oh not really, just in my head, man, but you've got to take what you can get[3], and you wouldn't believe half of the SHIT(!!!) that ... well, what can I say?[3], and her SMILE makes it worth my putting up with ALL of the DIRT(!!!) that surrounds her[3], and I can't understand the hold they have over her[3], and I would like to set her FREE(!) oh a-ROUND here with me, spinning together until the end of time[3], and she speaks to me, she actually speaks to me, in DREAMS, so try to believe[3], and we must NOT forget the visions, and I close my eyes, and I'm GONE like it's a-ROUND here[3], and I can't agree with everything she says, and she has some very funny ideas, but she's HUMAN, unbelievably[3], and I blame the EVIL(!!!) ones: they got their hooks into her at an impressionable age[3], and I want to CLEAR her mind, and I think she has a decent soul[3], and I'll get her ... a-ROUND, here[3], and NOW(!) she IS here, yes, because I say so: it's the power of words, of dreams, of visions[3], and

And I ain't worried about the SCUM(!!!) because I got my ANGEL, and she'll always be my angel[1], and she AIN'T(?!) my angel, oh not really, just in my head, man, but you've got to take what you can get[1], and I ain't worried about the SCUM(!!!) because I got my ANGEL, and she'll always be my angel[2], and you wouldn't believe half of the SHIT(!!!) that ... well, what can I say?[1], and she AIN'T(?!) my angel, oh not really, just in my head, man, but you've got to take what you can get[2], and her SMILE makes it worth my putting up with ALL of the DIRT(!!!) that surrounds her[1], and you wouldn't believe half of the SHIT(!!!) that ... well, what can I say?[2], and I can't understand the hold they have over her[1], and her SMILE makes it worth my putting up with ALL of the DIRT(!!!) that surrounds her[2], and I would like to set her FREE(!) oh a-ROUND here with me, spinning together until the end of time[1], and I can't understand the hold they have over her[2], and she speaks to me, she actually speaks to me, in DREAMS, so try to believe[1], and I would like to set her FREE(!) oh a-ROUND here with me, spinning together until the end of time[2], and we must NOT forget the visions, and I close my eyes, and I'm GONE like it's a-ROUND here[1], and she speaks to me, she actually speaks to me, in DREAMS, so try to believe[2], and I can't agree with everything she says, and she has some very funny ideas, but she's HUMAN, unbelievably[1], and we must NOT forget the visions, and I close my eyes, and I'm GONE like it's a-ROUND here[2], and I blame the EVIL(!!!) ones: they got their hooks into her at an impressionable age[1], and I can't agree with everything she says, and she has some very funny ideas, but she's HUMAN, unbelievably[2], and I want to CLEAR her mind, and I think she has a decent soul[1], and I blame the EVIL(!!!) ones: they got their hooks into her at an impressionable age[2], and I'll get her ... a-ROUND, here[1], and I want to CLEAR her mind, and I think she has a decent soul[2], and NOW(!) she IS here, yes, because I say so: it's the power of words, of dreams, of visions[1], and I'll get her ... a-ROUND, here[2], and I ain't worried about the SCUM(!!!) because I got my ANGEL, and she'll always be my angel[3], and NOW(!) she IS here, yes, because I say so: it's the power of words, of dreams, of visions[2], and she AIN'T(?!) my angel, oh not really, just in my head, man, but you've got to take what you can get[3], and you wouldn't believe half of the SHIT(!!!) that ... well, what can I say?[3], and her SMILE makes it worth my putting up with ALL of the DIRT(!!!) that surrounds her[3], and I can't understand the hold they have over her[3], and I would like to set her FREE(!) oh a-ROUND here with me, spinning together until the end of time[3], and she speaks to me, she actually speaks to me, in DREAMS, so try to believe[3], and we must NOT forget the visions, and I close my eyes, and I'm GONE like it's a-ROUND here[3], and I can't agree with everything she says, and she has some very funny ideas, but she's HUMAN, unbelievably[3], and I blame the EVIL(!!!) ones: they got their hooks into her at an impressionable age[3], and I want to CLEAR her mind, and I think she has a decent soul[3], and I'll get her ... a-ROUND, here[3], and NOW(!) she IS here, yes, because I say so: it's the power of words, of dreams, of visions[3], and

PSigma's Bill Mott is staying all defensive

Bill "The Hoople" Mott has told no one in particular that he's sticking with defensive stocks in food and drinks and household goods. Is this wise? Maybe. But where have all the risk-takers gone? / 'Mikey, wasn't it Nietzsche who said we should build our homes on the sides of volcanoes?' Yes, Voice, but he was sick in the head. 'Yeah, didn't he try to fuck his sister?' I don't know about that. 'And he went nuts and whipped that horse, didn't he?' No, he lost his mind after seeing someone else whip a horse. 'Oh, that's right. What a crazy guy! Thank God Bill Mott isn't like that!' This is what I'm saying, Voice. You wouldn't catch The Hoople getting involved in all sorts of nutty nonsense. 'No, we wouldn't catch him, Mikey.' So he's right - in the present climate - to invest in these defensive stocks. He's worried about inflation and that. 'We all are.'

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Right, that's enough stock crap for one day. I don't want to turn into one of these sad cases going on about stocks all the time. 'No, Mikey, you're the cool rock and roll star type. How's that going, by the way?' I'm not doing any more music updates. This is a finance blog. 'Yeah, right. Let's talk about stocks then.' I'm really excited about this new piece of music I wrote the other week. It's simple but dramatic. 'Great! What about the lyrics?' I ain't got no lyrics. 'Jesus! What's the matter with you, man?' I don't know. I don't know. It's a psychological block or something. 'Maybe The Hoople will be able to help you. Why don't you ask him?' No, he's out of the game now. 'Packed it all in when he was twenty-five, didn't he?' Yeah. 'Apparently, the television man told him he was a juvenile delinquent wreck.' I know. He was dressing like a queen as well. But it's in the past, Voice. We all do silly stuff when we're young.

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Polar Capital might launch the Japan Alpha fund for Gerard Cawley, might not

It all depends, really. I might kick up a stink. I might say: 'Launch it for me! Not for that bastard!' Well, he's not a bastard. I hardly know Gerard. But in the heat of the moment you say crazy stuff like that, don't you?

'Mikey, Mr Cawley is co-manager of the Polar Capital Japan fund with specific research responsibility for the technology sector and is based in the London office.' Thank you, Voice. You're almost like an intern, ain't ya? 'Yeah, man.' / Now, this isn't fair. Gerard is already managing one fund. Does he need another? 'Only co-manager, Mikey.' Yes, I suppose.

I'll have to discuss it with Polar. I might approve, I might not. 'Give him a chance, boss. Cawley needs this fund - badly.' What do you know about it, Voice? 'I have some insight into his character.' Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before. You and your insights. 'That was the other voice, the mystic child.' Who are you, then? 'I wish I knew.' / Ha! And I thought I could kill all the voices.

Monday, 15 October 2012

Man seeds new GLG Partners hedge fund in Hong Kong!

It sounds disgusting until you realize it's Man Group we're talking about here, not ... well, never mind.

David Mercurio is mixed up in it, whoever he is. I don't even want to discuss this. It's Monday morning. What sort of sicko wants to write about finance at such a time, and in winter? Well, it's not winter yet, but it will be soon. Basically, we've got five months of misery to look forward to.

I'm going to play my guitar today. I've got all the music I need for my demo, just need a couple of lyrics.

I'm going to the pub tonight for my dinner. It's Monster Monday, whatever that is. I was there last Monday. I didn't see any monsters.

Thank God I'm not a finance writer! I mean, one of these so-called professionals who write about the markets and shit as their main thing. It must be very frustrating for them, like being a eunuch. They know what's going on. They see what's going on. But they don't get to fuck. / Oh, much better to be a banker or a trader or something.

Of course, as a shaman I'm free to do what I want. I'm addicted to the conceptual stuff now, going a-ROUND. There's years of fun to be had there.

I'm having an egg sandwich for lunch, with crisps, a Pepsi, and a peach yoghurt. As I've already explained, I prefer Coke, but there was a special offer at the supermarket.

I'll have a veggie burger tonight and some cider. They've got a nice apple, pear and raspberry crumble as well. I read in their trade magazine last week (I was bored) that they've sold seventy tonnes of the stuff in the last year, the apples. Not all to me. I'd be as big as a house.

Thursday, 11 October 2012

[No. 62] I'll spin away all the impurities

Getting clean.

And there are things I don't need to say, and there are things I don't need to write[1], and there are people I don't need to write for: I can just pretend they don't exist[1], and there are things I don't need to say, and there are things I don't need to write[2], and there are things I don't need to feel, and there are things I don't need to show[1], and there are people I don't need to write for: I can just pretend they don't exist[2], and HOORAY(!) I've scared off all the half-hearted - well ... NOW: only the loyalists remain, the ones with the intelligence to understand and the soul to care[1], and there are things I don't need to feel, and there are things I don't need to show[2], and for me it's about reaching a higher plane, a-ROUND, away from the dirt[1], and HOORAY(!) I've scared off all the half-hearted - well ... NOW: only the loyalists remain, the ones with the intelligence to understand and the soul to care[2], and if the worst comes to the worst: I will be the AUDIENCE, but I'll be so clean it won't matter[1], and for me it's about reaching a higher plane, a-ROUND, away from the dirt[2], and I've only got close a couple of times to the TRANSCENDENCE I'm after, and they say God loves a trier[1], and if the worst comes to the worst: I will be the AUDIENCE, but I'll be so clean it won't matter[2], and the beautiful thing is ... it just is[1], and I've only got close a couple of times to the TRANSCENDENCE I'm after, and they say God loves a trier[2], and oh I love the confusion and the misunderstandings that the FOOLS suffer, and I wish I could walk the cold earth, with them, and with a cold heart, to get a taste of their lives[1], and the beautiful thing is ... it just is[2], and the funny thing is ...[1], and oh I love the confusion and the misunderstandings that the FOOLS suffer, and I wish I could walk the cold earth, with them, and with a cold heart, to get a taste of their lives[2], and there are things I don't need to say, and there are things I don't need to write[3], and the funny thing is ...[2], and there are people I don't need to write for: I can just pretend they don't exist[3], and there are things I don't need to feel, and there are things I don't need to show[3], and HOORAY(!) I've scared off all the half-hearted - well ... NOW: only the loyalists remain, the ones with the intelligence to understand and the soul to care[3], and for me it's about reaching a higher plane, a-ROUND, away from the dirt[3], and if the worst comes to the worst: I will be the AUDIENCE, but I'll be so clean it won't matter[3], and I've only got close a couple of times to the TRANSCENDENCE I'm after, and they say God loves a trier[3], and the beautiful thing is ... it just is[3], and oh I love the confusion and the misunderstandings that the FOOLS suffer, and I wish I could walk the cold earth, with them, and with a cold heart, to get a taste of their lives[3], and the funny thing is ...[3], and

And there are things I don't need to say, and there are things I don't need to write[1], and there are people I don't need to write for: I can just pretend they don't exist[1], and there are things I don't need to say, and there are things I don't need to write[2], and there are things I don't need to feel, and there are things I don't need to show[1], and there are people I don't need to write for: I can just pretend they don't exist[2], and HOORAY(!) I've scared off all the half-hearted - well ... NOW: only the loyalists remain, the ones with the intelligence to understand and the soul to care[1], and there are things I don't need to feel, and there are things I don't need to show[2], and for me it's about reaching a higher plane, a-ROUND, away from the dirt[1], and HOORAY(!) I've scared off all the half-hearted - well ... NOW: only the loyalists remain, the ones with the intelligence to understand and the soul to care[2], and if the worst comes to the worst: I will be the AUDIENCE, but I'll be so clean it won't matter[1], and for me it's about reaching a higher plane, a-ROUND, away from the dirt[2], and I've only got close a couple of times to the TRANSCENDENCE I'm after, and they say God loves a trier[1], and if the worst comes to the worst: I will be the AUDIENCE, but I'll be so clean it won't matter[2], and the beautiful thing is ... it just is[1], and I've only got close a couple of times to the TRANSCENDENCE I'm after, and they say God loves a trier[2], and oh I love the confusion and the misunderstandings that the FOOLS suffer, and I wish I could walk the cold earth, with them, and with a cold heart, to get a taste of their lives[1], and the beautiful thing is ... it just is[2], and the funny thing is ...[1], and oh I love the confusion and the misunderstandings that the FOOLS suffer, and I wish I could walk the cold earth, with them, and with a cold heart, to get a taste of their lives[2], and there are things I don't need to say, and there are things I don't need to write[3], and the funny thing is ...[2], and there are people I don't need to write for: I can just pretend they don't exist[3], and there are things I don't need to feel, and there are things I don't need to show[3], and HOORAY(!) I've scared off all the half-hearted - well ... NOW: only the loyalists remain, the ones with the intelligence to understand and the soul to care[3], and for me it's about reaching a higher plane, a-ROUND, away from the dirt[3], and if the worst comes to the worst: I will be the AUDIENCE, but I'll be so clean it won't matter[3], and I've only got close a couple of times to the TRANSCENDENCE I'm after, and they say God loves a trier[3], and the beautiful thing is ... it just is[3], and oh I love the confusion and the misunderstandings that the FOOLS suffer, and I wish I could walk the cold earth, with them, and with a cold heart, to get a taste of their lives[3], and the funny thing is ...[3], and

And there are things I don't need to say, and there are things I don't need to write[1], and there are people I don't need to write for: I can just pretend they don't exist[1], and there are things I don't need to say, and there are things I don't need to write[2], and there are things I don't need to feel, and there are things I don't need to show[1], and there are people I don't need to write for: I can just pretend they don't exist[2], and HOORAY(!) I've scared off all the half-hearted - well ... NOW: only the loyalists remain, the ones with the intelligence to understand and the soul to care[1], and there are things I don't need to feel, and there are things I don't need to show[2], and for me it's about reaching a higher plane, a-ROUND, away from the dirt[1], and HOORAY(!) I've scared off all the half-hearted - well ... NOW: only the loyalists remain, the ones with the intelligence to understand and the soul to care[2], and if the worst comes to the worst: I will be the AUDIENCE, but I'll be so clean it won't matter[1], and for me it's about reaching a higher plane, a-ROUND, away from the dirt[2], and I've only got close a couple of times to the TRANSCENDENCE I'm after, and they say God loves a trier[1], and if the worst comes to the worst: I will be the AUDIENCE, but I'll be so clean it won't matter[2], and the beautiful thing is ... it just is[1], and I've only got close a couple of times to the TRANSCENDENCE I'm after, and they say God loves a trier[2], and oh I love the confusion and the misunderstandings that the FOOLS suffer, and I wish I could walk the cold earth, with them, and with a cold heart, to get a taste of their lives[1], and the beautiful thing is ... it just is[2], and the funny thing is ...[1], and oh I love the confusion and the misunderstandings that the FOOLS suffer, and I wish I could walk the cold earth, with them, and with a cold heart, to get a taste of their lives[2], and there are things I don't need to say, and there are things I don't need to write[3], and the funny thing is ...[2], and there are people I don't need to write for: I can just pretend they don't exist[3], and there are things I don't need to feel, and there are things I don't need to show[3], and HOORAY(!) I've scared off all the half-hearted - well ... NOW: only the loyalists remain, the ones with the intelligence to understand and the soul to care[3], and for me it's about reaching a higher plane, a-ROUND, away from the dirt[3], and if the worst comes to the worst: I will be the AUDIENCE, but I'll be so clean it won't matter[3], and I've only got close a couple of times to the TRANSCENDENCE I'm after, and they say God loves a trier[3], and the beautiful thing is ... it just is[3], and oh I love the confusion and the misunderstandings that the FOOLS suffer, and I wish I could walk the cold earth, with them, and with a cold heart, to get a taste of their lives[3], and the funny thing is ...[3], and