I am about to do the unthinkable. In one swift move, this will stop being a chick lit blog, and it will all be my fault.
Sorry.
And yet, here, I present to you, the greatest song ever written: Bohemian Credit Crunch Rhapsody. The saddest too.
Is this the real price?
Is this just fantasy?
Financial landslide
No escape from realityOpen your eyes
And look at your buys and see.
I’m now a poor boy
High-yielding casualty
There really is no going back, isn’t it?
So you think you can fund me and spit in my eye?
And then margin call me and leave me to die.
Oh PB – can’t do this to me PB
Just gotta get out – just gotta get right outta here
Too much!