Praise the Lord and pass the salt

And so it came to pass that the people were sore afraid as their credit was crunched.
So did they turneth their eyes towards the Heavens in supplication and, with much wailing and waving of arms, did cryeth with one voice: “Sort out this bloody recession, will you?”

Then lo, across the horizon, the dark sky began to lighten, and a tumultuous noise was heard approaching. And as the light grew lighter, so the noise grew noisier, until a cavalcade of black limos screeched to a halt.

And thus did arrive the Angel of the Economy and did speaketh thus: “Fear not, for thy salvation is nigh. Believe in me, for I shall taketh thou to the Promised Land.”

So did the people listen as the white haired, white eyebrowed saviour told them to tighten their belts, for he would tax the rich to give to the poor, but keep a big chunk for himself.

And then did he call down the wrath of the gods on the deadly sins of fags, booze and petrol, but threw out a few bits of bread and omega-3-rich fish to appease the masses.

But lo, the people were not a happy lot, and did they raiseth their voices as one, saying: “Is that it? What about the workers? Me pint’s gone up. Pass us a bit of that bread. We want Gene Hunt. There’s only one United,” and the like.

But the Angel of the Economy spoke back, saying: “Lo, the world is consumed in sickness that devours the very souls of those who do not believe; a corruption that blackens good hearts and destroys all that is held dear.”

And the people replied: “Do what? Rubbish! Buggerroff.”

So he did.

And the moral of this story is that if you start a blog with a good idea, make sure you have a decent ending lined up.