I am not going to lie. I have ulterior motives. An 'agenda'.
I want to make lots of money.
Ok, let's face it, who doesn't?
More importantly, who do you know who is close to you, who makes lots of money?
Not tied up, credit here and there, drives around in a brand new (lease hire) car and 'looks' like they make lots of money.
I am talking about those who hold the deeds to their homes in their hand. The 'lucky' ones who choose to spend time at home with the family. Those who can promise to their children that they will be there to watch the school play (without pleading with their boss for time off).
The individuals who shudder at the prospect of the dreaded forty five hour working week?
I can hear you thinking. Cogs turning and eyes rolling. Counting the fingers on your left hand. I bet you cannot even get past your index finger can you?
Not many is it?
What a terrifying prospect.
Ask these 'lucky' people what their secret is.
Success leaves clues.
Monday, 10 September 2012
Friday, 7 September 2012
I am still here. Not a one minute wonder. Second blog, I am in it for the long haul. Why are you laughing?
Just found out that we have to go to a beach bar and meet up with friends whilst sipping cold beers in the sun in half an hour.
Well, living on the South Cornish coast is tough, and standing up to your responsibilities is tough, but someone has to do it.
I have some fantastic news pending, great reports coming and I cannot wait to share them. Nothing as exciting as a new baby/car/wife/holiday home, but none the less still exciting.
More infomation as that develops.
To be honest, I am only writing this blog to brag about going to the beach on a hot September afternoon.
I have not much else to say. I could predict the lottery results for tommorow.
3,14,16,22,39,44.
If you win, what would you do with the money? What would two million pounds do for you? Would you invest it? Would you give any away to charity?
Think on that whilst I am away? Did i mention I am going to a bar on the beach?
Just found out that we have to go to a beach bar and meet up with friends whilst sipping cold beers in the sun in half an hour.
Well, living on the South Cornish coast is tough, and standing up to your responsibilities is tough, but someone has to do it.
I have some fantastic news pending, great reports coming and I cannot wait to share them. Nothing as exciting as a new baby/car/wife/holiday home, but none the less still exciting.
More infomation as that develops.
To be honest, I am only writing this blog to brag about going to the beach on a hot September afternoon.
I have not much else to say. I could predict the lottery results for tommorow.
3,14,16,22,39,44.
If you win, what would you do with the money? What would two million pounds do for you? Would you invest it? Would you give any away to charity?
Think on that whilst I am away? Did i mention I am going to a bar on the beach?
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
Fashionably Late to the Blogging Party
I have not got a clue what I am doing. No, seriously.
Having studied English literature and professional writing for half of my life, this saddens me greatly. It was all done with the what the children of today would probably describe as a 'Roman tool'.
There is something romantically satisfying about about a pen. It wonders off across the page, even in times of writers block and at the very least drawing faces or doodling flowers. (Why the hell do I always doodle flowers? Not even very good ones at that).
The keys on my laptop just sit there, lifeless and completely static. Until my head hits them with a frustrated and confused thud. Thwack.......Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
However, I am here now, so fetch the aperitifs and the dips. I am going in head first, being told that the water is lovely.
You might be wondering, what sort of parties does this chap attend, the kind with aperitifs, hot tubs and swimming pools? No. There is a small pond, I think a newt lives in it.
What you will find with my future blogs, when I manage to plug the laptop in seconds before it is about to run out of battery, or spill coffee over the keys and blame the cat for the results, is that they are truthful.
Having studied English literature and professional writing for half of my life, this saddens me greatly. It was all done with the what the children of today would probably describe as a 'Roman tool'.
There is something romantically satisfying about about a pen. It wonders off across the page, even in times of writers block and at the very least drawing faces or doodling flowers. (Why the hell do I always doodle flowers? Not even very good ones at that).
The keys on my laptop just sit there, lifeless and completely static. Until my head hits them with a frustrated and confused thud. Thwack.......Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
However, I am here now, so fetch the aperitifs and the dips. I am going in head first, being told that the water is lovely.
You might be wondering, what sort of parties does this chap attend, the kind with aperitifs, hot tubs and swimming pools? No. There is a small pond, I think a newt lives in it.
What you will find with my future blogs, when I manage to plug the laptop in seconds before it is about to run out of battery, or spill coffee over the keys and blame the cat for the results, is that they are truthful.
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