Far beyond reality tv, lies my admiration for absurdity tv. I turn it on sometimes when I watch TV. Here's a thing which is making me laugh to myself these days; newsreaders, simply the daring men and women baring their souls at 10pm as I study their glitches and blemishes. The news of further economic crises and downturns, though welcome in themselves, are greatly embellished by their utter severence of the chaos in our streets from their naive reporting. Wisely, they uphold normality and at 10pm normalise the lives of punters when all around people lose their heads.

Z

Currently we have to find £50 monthly for Laura's trip to Austria in 2010, pay for the flights to Beziers and £100 caravan hire during Easter and just after, £1200 for a week in a villa in Spain in August. Are you taking the piss? Who me? Zoro, the global warmist! My ass is gonna burn on that Languedoc beach and that villa terrace. Yo! Believe.

Z

S' goin Tin Pan Alley - get yer credit crunch tee-shirt or yer recession-busting double glazing!! Oh children, might we look back to how foolishly glib all this was?

Worried there's a chasm splitting the bling lovers from those living with relative poverty, a floe about to split off from planet ground earth as the ivory-cum- symbolic twin tower needs some dude to study the million feet down the precipice.

She was a regular woman in the store who happened to laugh at my joke about wishing finally that all the banks could really do with crashing. The girl on the castaway show studying anarchy at uni and getting into communism, a regular young person, she was 20.

Yes I KNOW - millions upon millions of people across the surface of earth are pissed off, pissed off with the State of greed and hatred, wishing for the demise of global emotional diseases, needing for all of it to crash.

Your credit crunch tee shirt and recession busting double glazing? Disrespectful and stupid.

Your attempt to steer events? Ha!

Z

Snow turns out to be our salvation, giving the opportunity for tons of reminiscences next summer and well into the years ahead. Also, mother earth proves to the sceptics that the wet mild winters of recent times may not be the living proof of our vaunted global meltdown. People started to have fun - kids off school, adults off work, all makes up for the lousy 2008 summer. This isn't the armageddon of British industry and commerce, this is fresh snow where two feet then four then eight beat a path to the mansions of the doom merchants. Rise up! Rise up!

Z

For blogging there is little to crow these days, the shine at last has been buffed to its possible demise. Every single day persists in positive jovial encounters with scores of identical souls with identical dreams to which we aspire in unison (outside blogsville). The blog called Osram has many attributes but when it negates the universal quest for happiness, it fails culpably. The more I get to know other people, the less attractive my blogging becomes. For many weeks I have submitted my best work and yet I aspire unfortunately beyond what my "best" has to offer. Solipsism is the opposite of my gregarious spirit, yet my bogger nature is solipsistic and my street nature celebrates the complete unity of humanity. I have come to trust in humanity and I find this adventure very exciting. In your journeys be amazed and fulfilled.

Z