FINTAG COMMENT

Finbar Taggit is living in a wooden lodge somewhere near the Canadian border. He is cold and damp and smells of fish. His thoughts are no longer connected with his sharpe ratio but more his sharp rated gun skills that have allowed him to kill fish and crows.

The Canadians nearby seem very friendly and jovial. Their country is doing just fine and I haven’t experienced those John Steinbeck life sapping gregarious Yanks for a week now. My weak sterling, on the other hand, is keeping me awake at night but my premier BUPA health care cover is protecting me from the horrors of having to attend an insurance lovin’ hospital wanting to be paid to fix my half bitten leg thanks to the bears that roam freely in this part of the world.

Yesterday I had breakfast with a 3 year Iraq military man who was a democrat. I pointed out Obama was full of hot air and a wind bag of Neil Kinnock like proportions. He then showed me how to strangle a man with a flick of his elbow.

Business will be resumed in August.