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Money Worries 1991

Deep in the heartbeat of the city the recession was biting hard. D.J.
of 'no fixed abode' was living in a close knit social whirl of
girlfriends. His dirty neglected brown Volvo Estate car was loaded
full with his state of the art disco gear and treasured record
collection. Like his initials suggest, he was a self-employed Disc
Jockey in the city's countless pubs, clubs and function rooms. He was
always looking for work from the public to finance his unsettled life
style for girls and beer. It was washing him down in a fast flowing
river of debt. He was desperately trying to keep his head above water.

Meanwhile there was a depressed and grumpy man called Billy. A
television addict who was living in a caravan. He had to because he
owed an enormous amount of money due to an obsession many years ago
with fruit machines. It was a bit of a mystery what really happened.
Basically it was due to criminally obtaining money through bankers'
cards to spend on fruit machines. He admits that he owes over £10,000.
A year ago he even had to sell his Volvo Estate to pay off some of
the money. It was a rare occassion that he ever came out for a drink.
Obviously it was a big problem to him. He was a hopeless case of the
disease called money worries.

Known for being a bit of a rogue, D.J. had a working week which
started every Monday. He signed on at 09.30 for his giro cheque.
Because D.J. had no forwarding address it had to be delivered to his
grumpy friend, Billy. There was an agent that gave D.J. weekend work
but D.J. could only get his pay through a cheque at the end of the
month. So one weekend in every month he had money to pay off some of
his debts. One month the cheque never came and the agent could not be
found. D.J. kept trying to telephone the agent but he could not get
through. D.J. was angry - he thought that maybe the agent had money
worries.

A man called Jack (of all trades) did his business in the area with
the help of John. Like two cowboys they rode about in a pickup van
working in the motor trade, buying and selling. One year ago Jack
bought a cheap old Volvo Estate off a grumpy man called Billy who
needed to sell due to financial problems. It only needed slight
welding and a shock absorber fitting on the offside front. As John
was welding up the floor of the car from underneath, it fell on him
and smashed his pelvis, which left him crippled for life. A law suit
soon followed for damages. So the Volvo Estate was sold, to a man who
happened to be called D.J. Meanwhile Jack acquired a condition that
is spreading through the people of the city known as money wories.

Things were getting 'a bit much' for D.J. He was driving his Volvo
Estate aggressively carrying the weight of an overdraft on his
shoulders and the problems with people owing him money. What made him
worse was that every time he turned left there was a cracking sound
coming from around the front offside wheel of his car. He was just
perishing the thought of having to buy a new shock absorber for his
car when suddenly there was a loud snapping sound. D.J.'s complicated
life flashed in front of him as a 360 degree view through his wind-
screen occurred. The car screeched while spinning around in circles.
His car would have skidded for a long way, if it was not for the lamp
post that got in the way. His brown Volvo Estate was in a state. By
the time the ambulance had got there D.J. was dead. The verdict was
nothing new, misadventure through money worries.

Adrian Cox 1991
coax1965 coax1965 46-50, M Jul 16, 2012

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