Who'd have thought it? One poodles about all ones life, contributing sod-all to the greater good but cutting a dash, in the full expectation that that ones Gold Plated pension will allow one to suck up Gin at ten bells then have a little rant, read the Telegraph, luncheon, then have a little snooze. Then have another Gin. Only to find ones Pension has been pissed up against the fucking wall by some spotty git in a Porsche who's Daddy never went to school with anyone one would care to share a railway carriage with. Well one is not in the fucking mood. We need an alternative Pension Plan. CCTV has mostly cattled the 'Lets rob a bank and blame the IRA' gig. And lets face it, with one or two notable exceptions, the drug smuggling thing has had its day. It is a young mans game, when all is said and done. Jesus. All suggestions considered.