I am not satisfied if I can't make any money, I need lots and I'm not afraid of shitting on anyone that gets in my way. As most of you must be aware by now if you have ever been bothered to read this detritus, and I really don't give a fuck if you have, all of my predictions about the economy have been correct. I don't want a gold star or any reverence for this, if you can't see we're all heading for a depression that's going to make the thirties look like world cruise, all expenses paid, well your a fucking moron.

One can make money however through the demise with lateral thought and a bit of proper hard work, drunken lunches, bribery, blackmail and fraud.

A good friend of mine Fred Good-Win has had a windfall equal to his surname and is willing to put some of his hard earned 650,000 p.a. into a new project of mine 'Mother Nietzsches' a superior restaurant close to Smithfield's selling the cooked cuts from endangered species accompanied by seasonal vegetable, simple wholesome food.

The success of a good business is to make it future proof, the initial outlay has been extortionately expensive with the importing of the more international delicacies, 6 Cheetahs, two dozen Gorillas, Siberian Tigers, Duck Billed Buntingi's, Rumpi Mouse Shrews, Box turtles and my best coup so far, six dozen Sooty Albatross, all to make an appearance on the menu at some point.

Civil unrest will be our crowning glory which is only a few months away in the Greatest Britain we shall ever witness, survival of the fittest. I predict riots are just weeks away in Scotland with their governments introduction of minimum alcohol prices thus eradicating cheap supermarket offers. This will culminate in the possible de-construction of a culture. The consequences will be as far reaching as the French Revolution, one does not reduce the supply of alcohol in Scotland, They can't afford booze? Let them drink Irn Bru, possible genocide. This will be the benchmark of all riots, men and woman fighting for their right to carry on a culture of alcohol and merriment, direct action against the decision makers. This will domino through the Isles and of course there will be some obvious collateral death.

During the civil unrest we will slowly introduce human meat onto the menu called manpig. I have a fully trained team of Burke and Hare's to get to the harvest before the emergency services. This will drastically reduce our out goings and allow us to open a chain of takeaway services called Do Do's.

We can all have a marvelous time over the next four years if we work hard and put our minds to it. Keep it lateral and know that there are those of us who are superior, be happy that you don't need feelings or friends in business just big fuck off Port swollen hairy bollocks.

I trust I will be seeing some of you at 'Mother Nietzsches' over the next few months and you'll be welcome if you have money, money is friendship. The endangered food will be around until we can switch to the riot meat, Slum stews and Copper Roasts, don't miss out.