wednesday trading, page-84

Volt, sounds like I'll be opening the lid of my underground bunker in the hills in 2013, to poke my nose in the air to sniff the breeze.

If I don't die, a sure sign that the nuclear holocaust is over and it's safe to come out once more.

So I'll throw my Bowie knife into the creek, wash the stinking, dirt-encrusted flannel red chequered shirt, dig up my secret cash stash from my secret hiding place, and head down to Commsec and put it all on BHP.

"I won't be placing a sell for 20 years," I'confidently tell them with impunity.

...Until two days later when the market falls 0.75% and I go back to my day trades.