In the field with Warblogger Wood.
I never imagined that Mr. Shu-Shine was a stingy man, but when the waiter came with dry biscuits I feared the worst.
It was the last Friday of the month, and I would meet Mr. Shu-Shine in one of Oslo’s most venerable restaurants. A table was reserved in my name and the waiter treated me like the princess consort. He even cleaned the already clean table with a dirty cloth.
The waiter came trotting with a worn silver plated tray. He lifted the lid of a small bowl with 10 -15 dry canapes with nothing but toothpicks on top and then put it smoothly down on the tabletop. I could literally see him in the lead role as Igor in Frankenstein movies.
Norwegian preppers have their own association with the common motto: How to survive the collapse of the known society. The extreme preppers fear Armageddon in the form of meteor impacts, climate crises or super volcanoes. Others are more moderate as they believe times will be worse in terms of uncontrollable inflation, total relocation of Norwegian industry, unemployment and a Norwegian krone as valueless as a Zimbabwe dollar. They are trying to secure their future finances in times of crisis. Mr. Shu-Shine belongs to the latter group: He is prepping, not only in silver and gold, but also in other goods he knows will retain value after what he calls “The fall”. As a day-trader he has become holy convinced that the next stock market collapse will be much worse than the world experienced in 2008 or the Great Depression of 1929
The Great Bank Robbery
The scent of premium red was intoxicating distracting.
Dry biscuits for deep throats
- Have a quick look at the dry biscuits the waiter brought us. There lies one of the keys to economic prepping. If you have money to spare, you should invest in things you love.
Mr. Shu-Shine must have seen the calculator working in my head and signaled Igor.
Three seductive women
Igor has appeared with a bottle of port beside Mr. Shu-Shine.
I tasted, and Mr. Shu-Shine was right. The taste was fresh and a little raw as he said it would be. Mr. Shu-Shine performed the ritual that lovers of wine always seem to perform. His nose disappeared in the depths of the glass while he inhaled the scents. As a Valentino he fondled the deep red liquid in his mouth, smacking his lips, rolled the fluid around so that all his senses partook in the experience. He closed his eyes and opened them again rapt staring at the ceiling. It was more sensual than the best I had seen of Japanese Silk-sex.
Liquid Gold in Black Bottles
I gave the rest of Noval a short rest in my mouth and I stared wistfully at Mr. Shu-Shine. I knew he had yet another ace up his sleeve. His wine-lore were worth listening too. As if Igor the waiter also had been listning, he came gliding towards our table with a crystal decanter and a wicker basket.
It was easy to admit it, but Mr. Shu-Shine was true to his words. We put our noses into the glasses, tasted and Aaa-a-ed as one. Igor’s eyes glowed with envy as he stood watching. Mr. Shu-Shine’s eyes glazed. Clearly the investor was no longer in this world. His brain was for a few short moments disconnected from worries about the dollar, oil, gold and economic collapse.
Hard facts – Best and Worst
Pseudonym: Mr. Shu-Shine
Profession: Stock Market Analyst
Age: 47 years
Education: Master of Finance
Collapse of the Eurozone
Favorite prepper tool
Friends in The Right Places
Worst prepper trap
Investing in too many fields
The worst being a prepper
Something happens which you have not prepared for
Would really have liked to have
A hidden safehouse
Favorite prepper item
A Blue Mix; A combination of smart tools for multiple economic breakdowns