Trouble in town
Because they cut my brother down
Because my sister can’t wear her crown
There’s trouble, there’s trouble in town
Blood on the beat (Oh-oh)
Oh my goodness, there’s blood on the beat
Law of the jungle or the law of the street
There’s blood on, there’s blood on the beat
Lord, when I’m broken (When I’m broken)
And I’m in need (I’m in need)
Feel that ocean (Feel that ocean)
Swallowing me (Swallowing me)
Head is hanging (Head is hanging)
So sorrowfully (So sorrowfully)
Oh Lord (Ooh-ooh)
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Cardiff City in Spring
The current crisis in the economic markets is meaning my research on which cities to live and work in, is being extended. More news on Cardiff to come!
To the tune of Macavity, The Mystery Cat by T S Eliot
Liquidity’s a mystery; it’s very rarely seen,
It strikes and then is gone again, its getaway is clean,
And despite forensic evidence and great deductive flair,
The conclusion’s inescapable, Liquidity’s not there!
Liquidity, Liquidity, there’s nothing like liquidity,
Its presence gives you confidence, its absence gives timidity,
You own perhaps a property, you own perhaps a share,
But once you’ve lost your credit card, Liquidity’s not there!
Your understated opulence inheres in what you wear,
But in the end, you face the fact, Liquidity’s not there!
Liquidity’s a nifty term, it’s business talk for cash,
It’s money not tied up in things or hoovered in the crash,
Investments may return amounts of staggering obscenity,
The vastness of your holdings may explain your great serenity.
In publishing, to take the case of either of the Fabers,
A warehouse full of Larkin and The Bumper Book of Neighbours
Is very well, and when they sell, will satisfy the editors,
But not much use, in real terms, when dealing with the creditors.
Liquidity, Liquidity, there’s nothing like Liquidity,
The glint of actual duckets brings respect and dip the lid’ity,
It’s likely to self-immolate on contact with the air,
Say ‘Raffle’ in a crowded room; Liquidity’s not there!
In the conduct of a company (proprietary, limited)
There’s always a suspicion that the system’s maladministered,
In proper corporate planning you allow a little spare,
But when you need the wherewithal, Liquidity’s not there!
Liquidity, Liquidity, there’s nothing like Liquidity,
In purely economic terms it constitutes validity,
I wish I had a pound for every credit millionaire,
Who completely failed to register, LIQUIDITY WASN’T THERE!
When reputations tumble and the search is on for clues
There’s a suspect who can prove he was in Lima at the time,
They can’t catch him, he’s the brilliant Scarlet Pimpernel of crime!
Pretend that you are brave
When you’re up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don’t let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it through!
Even hope may seem but futile,
When with troubles you’re beset,
But remember you are facing
Just what other men have met.
You may fail, but fall still fighting;
Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/see-it-through-by-edgar-guest