POETS and a grumpy young man

Our CoS today remaked that today is POETS Day.  That is... Piss Off Early Tomorrow's Saturday Day.  At the moment in the office there are just two of us.  The recptionist just left.  My office mate edidnt come in on account of flying to Melbourne.  CoS left around lunchtime, and W is on his way to Queensland.  That leaves me in the office accompanied by our diary secretary, an unavoidable sense that there is no point in doing any work, and an occasional phone call from a crazy person who wants to talk about the rim cities he is building in accordance with laws that he single handedly drafted and enacted and funded by an infinite amount of the cosmic currency he invented.

So one this wonderful early spring afternoon, I give you the rantings of a grumpy young man.  (I have rejected the suggestion of some of my colleagues that I am becoming a grump old man, but mostly only on the grounds of age.)
( Click here to hear about subjects that David Mitchell and I agree on. )

On a brighter note.  After taking a bit of a beating, a number of my stocks have perfomed quite well over the past couple of days.  One (VMG) announced an impressive profit and dividend so I increased my holdings and it has gained close to 20% in a week on top of what it had already gained, and that's before paying me a dividend.  Jindalee and Po Valley Energy, however, remain stubbornly low.

Off to Melbourne tonight to play in the Purchas Cup.  Tomorrow I will be playing with the Convicts against the Melbourne Chargers in what is effectively the Australian Gay Rugby Championship.  I may, at some point, be the only player on the field who likes women.