Back on a war footing

T'was the second day after christmas and plenty is stirring in this unquiet house.


Like Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now, I have been too long out of the wilderness. Too long shuttered in doors, waiting, planning, preparing for active service to resume. Charlie is there squatting in a bolt-hole, lunching on cold rat meat (or the bones of former Lehmans traders, whichever is in more plentiful supply by the Wharf or in the Square Mile these days).

Too long out of the fray. Too longaway from the fight.

I long to be back out there. Back in The Shit. Eyeball to eyeball with the merciless dragon of capitalism and it's broken beasts of burden.


Not long now. Not long at all.