My current available balance is £10,000,000,000.00.
Now I know a few days ago I ruminated over what I would do with a million pounds (and decided I would rather not have it), but 10 billion is a silly amount. An amount that it is almost impossible for one person to spend.
So what would I do with my sudden cash windfall? Let me think about my life as a newly minted billionaire…. Continue reading
Stop distracting me!!!
I am so easily distracted, I want to do so many things at once that I become crippled by inaction and end up doing nothing. I seem to be unable to implement plans without someone with a prodding stick nudging me in the side to get stuff done.
I can plan, I make excellent plans. All actions and steps laid out. Milestones and key actions all plotted in detail. It’s just doing what I set out to do. Continue reading
I am no longer going to ask people out, I am going to wait to be asked.
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I’ve fallen flat on my face too many times to actually try anymore. It is isn’t worth it and I’m now risk averse to the emotional damage it will cause.
Recently the European Court of Justice as decided that it is illegal to discriminate on the basis of gender for financial products. This is fantastic news, now how about they target other areas of gender imbalance, like dating.
For too long the demands in dating have been placed to heavily on the side of males. We have to make the initial moves, misread signals and skulk off in disgrace.
“We want equality” they shout…except it is the male responsibility to ask out on a date first. Continue reading
English: Nicholas Chamberlaine Almshouses, Bedworth, Warwickshire (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
One of the first few questions you get asked when you meet someone new is “where are you from?”. For anyone not from a major city or town this causes no end of problems as you have to make a decision upon the geographic knowledge of the questioner.
Now I come from a town called Bedworth, which when asked often becomes:
I’m a born and bred Bedworthian, in fact it’s only in the last year that I have moved away from the town I called home for nearly 30 years. It still feels weird going back to where I call ‘home’ every week, as though I am skulking back in and trying not to be caught as if I’m having an affair with another conurbation. Continue reading
The biggest distraction to my blogging seems to be a combination of my PC and xBox…so what better to write about than the twin muses of my self-procrastination.
I reckon that I have been gaming for about 20 of my 30 years, in fact if I include my old Spectrum zx it’s probably longer than that. Oh how I miss the noise of those tapes. When I think back to how I used to play them I can’t help but think that they are wasted on the young. I get that feeling that as I am getting older I am becoming a better gamer.
I remember playing games like SimCity and FIFA back in the 90’s and my style of play just seemed to be to ‘win’ the game, whether by just building the largest city I could or just using the same style of play with the same team to win matches. As I am getting older, I am more interested in playing the games well rather than just completing them in the shortest time possible. Continue reading
My name has been spelt incorrectly since the day I was born. It’s my Dad’s fault; he had to check a baby book for the spelling and chose the most correct way to write it as opposed to the way my Mum wanted it. I am glad about this, because despite him getting it wrong at the very beginning it has saved me a lifetime of countless others writing it inaccurately.
I’ve always been a bit confused as to why he needed to check. In the year I was born it was, after all, the most popular boys name and it’s not really that hard to spell. Continue reading
Despite my constant protestations that I am going to stand up for myself and not be walked over I still am unable to say no. As much as I moan and whine about others I don’t help myself. I don’t enjoy being walked over so why do I allow it, when all it needs is a simple two letter word.
I’ve been told countless times that I need to say no more. I try, but I only seem to succeed at failing. This is not entirely true, I can say no. I just can’t say no to one particular group of people.
Females. (I am not going to lump a whole gender as princesses). Continue reading
Apple pie (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I really can’t be bothered to cook this evening. The whole decision making process of what to eat is too much, and I really can’t be bothered to actually cook anything. As a result I am going to just bake the apple pie in my fridge, and if I can manage it open a tin of custard as well.
I don’t really like apple pie (and no this is NOT a metaphor) but I didn’t buy it…it was given to me and as they say “beggars can’t be choosers” (although is it just me but are beggars are getting pickier about what you give them).
Therefore I think this is a good opportunity to run down my list of top pies…as usual in no particular order. Continue reading
I probably think that this is a secret and that nobody else knows (but I’m sure they do – or they will now), but I have a talent for only saying what I want to say and at a certain time. I think about what it is I want to say, and how you will hear it. I am willing to lie and change (or completely ignore) the subject; especially with my feelings.
My words, and the way I say them are chosen for a reason. I am a Machiavellian orator.
People who may know me will find that funny, I’m sure I have a reputation for being a loudmouth and for fronting my opinions. There are certain areas that I am willing to stand up and be heard. I have, more than once, stood in front of my peers and ‘superiors’ (just because you earn more than me does not mean you are superior – and yes; I have told someone that as well) and told them what I think is going wrong. Being called a Little-Lenin by a director is one of my proudest achievements, and I’m sure my trade-unionist Dad is proud of me. Continue reading
One of the weird parts of reposting my old posts it that sometimes I come across a few that I wrote when in a less shiny frame of mind. The following is one of those, the topic for the day was about a random act of kindness.
Would I agree with everything that I said, probably at the moment no. Yet I don’t disagree entirely either. So here is what I previously said, and bear in mind this is pretty angry and ranty stuff:
I’m an idiot. I’m the bad Samaritan. Continue reading
