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Quantitative easing: A license to print money.

For more time than I care to mention I’ve been living off of my overdraft and my account history or part of it at least must come up on a screen when I call my bank.  I phoned my bank yesterday to transfer a small amount from one account to another.   Despite this glaring evidence and after speaking to a person in call centre somewhere in the known world I was offered a loan at ‘reasonable’ rates.   Honestly, is this really the way forward, pouncing the people who need some extra money but have no way of paying it back?

So I have a plan.  Fair enough the Bank of England are knocking out a few more notes, what use is that to me or you?  When might we all benefit from this desperate act, two, five, tens years?  It’s not going to happen soon enough is it?  My scheme however will really speed things up, I think we should be able to print our own money, I reckon the credit problem would be over in about a week.  So come on, who’s with me???

What’s in a name?  Well here’s a few that made me laugh…  Gordon Farquar.  Ooops!  Maybe his dad was one!  Sir Jock Stirrup.  I kid you not.  When I saw this next name I did actually spit part of my bacon sandwich across the front-room, ladies and gentlemen I give you Jonathon Beaglehole!  Now this last one sort of creeps up on you,  Mr Richard Sole.  Years ago he was partner in a dental practise.  Dick Sole, getting warmer.  Dicky Sole, almost there.   For the maximum effect you’d have to invite him and his wife to a black tie function or a bash where the guests are announced as they turn up.  I give you Mr and Mrs R Sole.  

Gotto dash my pet squid, Bernard has escaped!  BB

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