Trash And Treasure Is Never Treasure

We have all gone to the Trash And Treasure, flea market, retro market, bring and buy, parish jumble sale, or weekend market in our time. Some of us have picked up bargains – the rest have picked up garbage. The really fortunate ones have picked up a bacterial infection and vowed never to do it again.

It is a basic feature of human psychology – that desire for a good buy. If it can be a swingeing bargain or a criminal rort, so much the better. But it does lead us down some dark passageways of the soul:

a. We seek for these El Dorados of dreck in the worst places. Council car parks on Sunday morning when we otherwise we could be asleep in bed or awake in the arms of a lover. It is the unwashed bottom of the top of the morning – either cold and wet or hot and distressing, and we’re out there looking for bargain clothespegs? Sheesh…

b. We deal with people we would avoid under any other circumstances. To a man, or woman, they have the look of wolves fattened on babies. None of them love us, and we do not love them, and the emotions are entirely justified from either side.

c. We do not need what we seek. We do not seek what we need. It is all greed or grot.

d. Just as Quentin Crisp eventually had to admit that there was no great dark man, we must eventually admit that there is no great dark treasure to be found. We can’t even find Quentin Crisp.

e. We do need the money in our pocket that we think we do not need. Just today a letter arrived from the water supply racket telling me that the state government will remove a subsidy they used to give to old people to help them pay for water. The money will presumably be given to mining magnates or their bankers. I now need to save my money for water. I would like to make water on the state government…

f. The things discarded by others were discarded for a good reason. They are ugly, broken, useless, poisonous, sad, or superfluous. What they are for others they will be for us, but doubly so because we spend real money on them. And if we want to resell them we will have to return to the garbage sale and become the persons we bought it from to get even a pittance back. Do we really want to exchange our souls for that?

g. We can live without it. We lived without it until we arose this morning, and we can make it through to the evening without it.

h. No-one looks cool at a junk market. Sellers, buyers, pickpockets, etc…All have a patina of naff on them, that they could have avoided assuming by staying home and doing something useful.

Well, that should make Sunday morning a lot more fun. See you at the markets?


The Bare Bear Market


We have been receiving disturbing financial news now for what seems to be about 25 years. It all appears to be moving toward a crash year by year and it is amazing to see how far we have come in comfort and security during this time. Those of us who depend for our happiness upon crushing the piteous cries of the rich and entitled under our steel-shod jackboots have been particularly delighted, as the rich and entitled do seem to let off this noise at the slightest occasion.

Thus we have a bear market, with a new set of cubs each spring. Regulators are regularly regulating it, and we have all benefitted. The poor are poorer, except in the cases where they are not, and the rich are richer, if they can get the lawyers to shoot their sons and daughters away from the money pile. We can all blame the banks for this, as well as blaming them for he loss of the HINDENBURG and the lack of that really crisp bacon we got before the war.

Is there any hope? Of course there is/isn’t. What would economic degrees be worth if there was/wasn’t hope? You have to have either a tenure or a tenner in this game.

How about all the financial institutions that have collapsed? And the rogue traders? We could name names, if we knew any. Fortunately we don’t move in those circles and the general financial troubles seem to be biting them harder than it bites us. Hard to mourn the loss of great paper wealth if it has never existed for us.

So the answer to surviving in a bear market must always be sought from the bear itself. We were able to contact one today and he said:

” Wucka Wucka”

I think we can all take some comfort there.