With both local council and elections now taking place in a short period of time, I'm now very constrained, under the code of conduct, over what I may or may not write in regard to political content, which is fine, as I can carry on with the day job of e-crime with a bit of aviation thrown in, with a giant St George's Day flag to fly over Bradford, for the city council at lunchtime, for good measure.
I think however, I can make a quick comment about yesterday's budget without having my wrists slapped by the Monitoring Officer and like everyone else out there, I do rather wonder if the light that we are promised at the end of the tunnel is a train coming towards us rather than an end to the recession.
We now share a £1.4 trillion mountain of debt. Taxes are rising and families are struggling. For many councils across the UK, bankruptcy is staring them in the face in anywhere between 18 months and five years, given the size of the pensions 'black hole' and the devastation of income streams from business and funding from central Government.
Reading though this morning's papers, it's very hard to sound a note of optimism. The Government says this is the worst recession since 1945 but one economist I know says they are wrong; "It's the worst since 1928", he says.
I've written before that we haven't yet seen the consequences of the rear coaches of our national economy coming to a violent halt, following the sudden collision with the buffers in November of last year. Before things can improve, some parts of our lives will become a great deal harder and the Chancellor tried very hard yesterday to gloss this over with the promise of recovery in a year or so. However, only time will tell whether he is a hopeless optimist or a modern equivalent of Nostradamus.