Thursday, 17 May 2012

The FSA doesn't like Anthony Verrier

'The Financial Services Authority (The Dead Shark That Refuses To Believe In Death) has published a decision notice indicating that it has decided to prohibit Anthony Verrier (a senior executive at BGC) from performing any function in relation to any regulated activity in the financial services industry. The dead shark believes that Verrier is not a fit and proper person due to concerns over his honesty, integrity and reputation.' More, than is healthy.

Well, that's okay. The dead shark doesn't like anyone in business. If I had any money, it wouldn't like me, I'm sure. 'Oh, Mikey, but it doesn't like you, man!' I don't have any money! 'It doesn't matter.' Jesus H. Christ! What a country!

There's no hope, is there? How are you supposed to get ahead in a country like this? That Cameron prat has been shooting his mouth off again, about the eurozone this time. I hate all this EU nonsense as much as the next sane person, but I wish Cameron would stick to what he knows: smashing up restaurants. Every time he opens his mouth I'm thinking to myself: 'Oh God, am I really British? Was I really born in this country? Isn't there any way to escape such people?' I can understand why John Lennon wanted to live in America, after hitting the big time. Why should a working-class genius like that stay in a country like this and be looked down upon by utter, utter scum? Because that's the reality. I'm only surprised Damien Hirst sticks around.

'Anthony Verrier?' What about Anthony Verrier? I'm on a roll here, motherfucker! Leave me alone!

I don't care about Anthony Verrier. I've got a conceptual to do, No.15. See you later, crocodile(s).