Crunch Ronin, the Credit Crunch lost. If my pen is my sword then I am a sword for hire.

But it has been months now and no one has been hiring; no newspapers, no PR, no advertising firms.

I do freelance and I got my bag of silver from the Big Men at THE SUN now all is silent and I need to feed the beast its pound of flesh. They took a good chunk but there is more to come.

They feed.
I feed.
We feed.

Nobody is nourished.

I can't help feeling I should get more from people who sold me these dreams, these few magic beans.

It has only just begun yet the phone hasn't ...