So they're easing up on the quantitative easing (QE) and, as it turns out, it doesn't just sound like a drastic cure for constipation - it is. That's the effect it had on my portfolio anyway. Coming in tandem with continuing discontent in Commodityland, QE gave it a very nasty case of the runs.
The problem with being secretive is that everyone assumes you have secrets. As a consequence, the vox populi is simultaneously intrigued and annoyed. Similarly, not being invited to a party always means in the mind of the non-invitee that it was a rip-snorter of a night that spawned a thousand stories of legend and much laughter.
It's nearly June and I am still musing whether to "go away until St Leger Day". The traditional reasons for this hackneyed old "Go away in May…" adage - chiefly market inactivity - have been superseded by the uncomfortable habit of market implosions in the month of August in recent years.
"We're as mad as hell, and we're not going to take this anymore." It may surprise you to know that I am a bit of a film buff and much of the goings on of this interminable winter have reminded me of a line from one of my favourite films.
There are many facets to getting old. I've always been a glass-half-full person, but when you get older, the chances are your teeth are sitting at the bottom of it. The late Bob Hope used to say middle age was when your age starts to show around your middle, but at the end of the day, once you're over the hill, you only pick up speed.