One times two is four, two times two is sixteen, four times two is eighty-one. It's all fucked. But at least there's good news on the employment front - I'm still in a job.
The unspeakable imbecile, Mervyn King, revises his economic forecasts up or down or inside out. As usual. Having muttered his way through the Blair-Brown debacle without once sounding the alarm, this worthless prick now champions the CallHimDave ideological WarOnThePoor.
Somebody should set the credit agencies on him, to examine how, seeing as he always gets things wrong, he still manages to con us all out of a huge salary and pension.