Still got love for da High Street

We currently appear to be awash with 'business analysts' on our TV's at the moment. All of whom are attempting to allay our fears that big, fat, greedy, corporate bullyboys our friendly high street retailer is able to fiscally urinate obscene quantities of cash-piss over their sponging shareholders still making an honest yet meager profit despite our selfish, miserly and generally penurious attitude thanks to our near mental national obsession with buying stuff. Why am I to care that the likes of 'retail entrepreneur' Philip Green will now have to wipe their public school boy jizz from prostitute harems using twenty pound notes instead of fifties because the British buying public have selfishly opted to buy their mistresses M&S bras and not BHS knickers?

Apparently, the turn over in the high street is indicative of the state of the economy, yet this is never explained in the news. Is it the only metric we have to predict if we are likely to face a recession? Sounds a little weak. Like trying to predict the coming of a tsunami by canvassing stocks of Scottish Bream and Pike on their footwear preferences using a questionaire written in an ancient fish script understood solely by a few Yellow Perch elders.

This link to the Dictionary of English Slang bears absolutely no relation to the above except possibly to enlighten some as to the meaning of the word jizz.