Lottery - 2018
03/01/2018
First week back of 2018 and we are already 3 storms in. Storm Eleanor has passed over but not before the Met office gave a ‘yellow wind’ warning. To be honest I don’t think anyone minds yellow wind warnings, we get plenty of these in the confines of the Office. It would be a different story if they gave a ‘yellow snow’ warning. Other bad news in, is the (unsurprising) rail fares rise of 3.4%. Allegedly this is to pay for infrastructure upgrades but as this is always the reason given and last year there was a lot of upgrades it would seem to me that the current fare is enough to cover this moving forward without a year on year upgrade. It wouldn’t have been so bad but as 2 of my trains were cancelled this morning you can’t help wondering if the drivers were out celebrating their windfall pay packets a bit too hard last night.
They say these things come in threes and I finished watching all the episodes of ‘The Crown’ last night so am now scratching around for another box set to get my eyes into.
Life in the 1st World isn’t complete without a wad of cash at your back however, so it’s about time we fixed this with an early win.
10/01/2018
It’s like we have never been away, in fact last week felt like that too and that was only a 4 day week. People were miserable and grumpy on the trains and Underground, and even though we are past the longest day, it seemed darker this morning somehow. Despite all this there is a glimmer of optimism in the air as though this could be a good year. The usual grind is still there but this could be the year we all et rich finally. Preferably on a rollover week if the Gods are listening.
Seen on the tube in the last week…..er…. nothing. Been a bit boring if I’m honest, maybe I’ve been a bit spoilt with other peoples stupidity and mindlessness but all its been is grumpiness and getting squashed. Not in a good way either.
Give me your 2 quid and I’ll pop out and get sunshine.
17/01/2018
Normally January lingers around like a bad smell but for some reason the month is flying by – over half way with a few days till pay day. I failed to avoid several bad smells on the train and tube this morning, first from some smokers bad breath, only to be replaced by a bad breath/toothpaste combo when I turned my head to one side. I like to think I’m pretty good at holding my breath but even I can’t do 25 minutes. Sometimes I’m able to fight back with a silent ‘Scammell air brake’ but this morning there wasn’t even a hint of colon gas in the offing.
I’m looking to get my luck back after struggling with bugs and post-Christmas blues. Last few days has seen everything I touch go wrong, to the extent that even my PC browser decided to not play ball by going behind another Window on my screen whist the mouse stayed on top. I didn’t even think this was possible to do. In order to not make things worse I was forced to do documentation and get the tea in. Bad karma, but hopefully we will win this thing at the weekend and I’ll be back on track. Thanks for reading, that will be £2 please.
24/01/2018
On a day made memorable for Si making a tea round (tick in the box) yet failing to ensure any of the recipients actually received it, we must, in the grand scheme of things, be grateful that this is todays headline. This is a reflection of real life, we all want to live where the local rag has the headline ‘Yet another cat stuck up tree, brave fireman rescues it’ than an area blighted by gang related violence and drug taking amongst the pregnant, teenage prostitutes. On other words, boring is good. Boring is safe.
Still a caffeine hit would be nice. A simple lottery win would spark a different row in the team, who’s turn is it to get their butler to make the tea for example. This would relieve the boredom of checking our bank balances to see just how rich we are.
31/01/2018
Management is in disarray, no one seems to know what they are doing and there is no clear direction. All told, things really couldn’t be any worse, stress and bouts of panic are the order of the day. We just have to hope that the Arsenal board will finally get a grip soon and sort things out otherwise yet another season will be lost and with this the last day of the transfer season, hope may spring eternal despite the massive loss of Sanchez.
Still a tidy win on the Lotto and hopefully we can pick up a box in the Stadium cheap.
07/02/2018
Once again the fiscal jinx is upon us, I advised one of the guys in the office about investing in a stocks and shares ISA and as soon as he had done it, there was a global sell off across all Markets in all locations. America, Europe, Asia – somehow they all got wind of my sage advice and investors ran for the nearest exit, screaming and everything promptly tanked.
This on the back of other sage advice dished out over the years, when I persuaded one chap to invest his extension money in a company share scheme with the words ‘you’ll double your money in 12 months’. Happened to be in 2007, just before the last crash – who would have known?
So ready to invest in the lottery? Excellent, give us your 2 quid then, we can’t fail!
21/02/2018
So no post last week as I was flat out. But this week there should be more cheer around as its bonus time, and for those in the share scheme just 10 days to go till the real bonus turns up as well, provided the markets don’t tank. As ever though no one is jumping around with glee, no queuing
outside the Rolex shop up on Piccadilly – £6k for a bog standard Rolex now, can you believe it? That’s Brexit I suppose. Still, after the weekend when we scoop the big one we won’t be bothered about the price of things, it will be spend, spend, spend!
28/02/2018
The current crisis at KFC has been blamed in the media on their new delivery system. The lack of chicken across the Country has resulted in shops being shut and a £2million loss per day for the company. However I have uncovered the real reason for the lack of chicken, it’s no coincidence that the Coombes household has been eating more chicken Kiev’s in the last week as they get geared up to move house. This alone would easily have pushed the major franchise to the brink of extinction and caused much suffering amongst the salad dodging, too-lazy-to-cook masses. There have even been reports of people calling the Police to say their local KFC was closed. Brilliant!
For me the biggest surprise is the they do actually use chicken. Who’d have thought?
07/03/2018
On the train this morning and got assaulted by a Leftie – you could tell, he had all the tell-tale signs; the beard, air of superiority and a total disregard for other people’s personal space, including mine. After mindlessly blocking the exit to the carriage for no reason, he suddenly jerked forward straight into me for no reason whatsoever. Fortunately I was wearing my hiking boots due to the inclement weather we are experiencing, so my only reaction was ‘Blithering Idiot!’. He then took his ‘holier-then-thou’ attitude and proceeded to try and push past a load of people waiting down the carriage to get off. I’m no massive fan of guns or anything but you can’t help wondering if Darwin could help out here in some way?
Also heard last week on the Piccadilly line train stuck at Holborn, someone breaks the silence with a parp, then follows up with a loud, satisfying expelation of air suggesting they were proud of that one! Please can we win the lottery this week? Not sure how many more ‘surprises’ I can take from the general populous.
14/03/2018
We are feeling the pinch in the Posh household this week, maybe something to do with the looming of the end of the tax year, so we have had to adjust the daily food menu to economise, the board next to the gong at the entrance of the dining room now reads like this:-
Breakfast – Dried corn shavings avec honey and chilled cow jus
Lunch – Fromage au pain with sweet chutney
Dinner – Poison et Pomme du terre stripes avec tomato jus
Meanwhile, last night’s theme on the Tube was greasy hair. Some chap had a lovely matt, securely slicked to his head so even the Mistral would have job moving it around. Some lady, sitting nearby, sported a shiny, scraped back “Croydon facelift” and they were just the highlights. It looked like the passengers had all had a quick dip near the Exxon Valdez before embarking on their journey home. I made a note to myself to time MY journey home after everyone else’s bath night.
Then to cap it all, the train this morning was only 4 carriages long. After cramming myself on, in violation of EU regulations, the ‘Veal Express’ set off but not before we then had to listen to the driver apologising for the short formation and he had no idea how it had happened! Now I’m not at my sharpest first thing in the morning but I’m pretty sure if I was a train driver I might remember to pick up my full complement of train when I‘m pulling out of the depot. It’s not like they have much to do; pick up clipboard with stations to stop at and when to push the start lever, pull the stop lever, make sure the radio works …..er… that’s it. They don’t even have to bother steering the bloody thing. We do need to win this thing so I don’t have to listen to this banal excuse mongering.
21/03/2018
With a resurgence in colds this Spring, it was with no surprise whatsoever that I witnessed some appalling behaviour on the Tube this week. Some chap in the middle of the carriage thought he was being kind, and maybe a bit clever, when he thought he’d try and contain a sneeze with the back of his hand rather than the palm. Sadly his ill thought out plan went badly wrong and the lady he was next to was suddenly the recipient of 2 rather large globules of snot. She was blissfully unaware fortunately, having her back to him, and like most thick people, he was oblivious to his thousand-mile-an-hour faux par. Being several feet away from the blast radius but in a prime location to witness the act, I found myself both inwardly laughing in hysterics and feeling nauseous, all at the same time.
This, however, very quickly changed to abject fear, as at the next stop there was a bit of a shuffle as people departed, including Sneeze Man, and next thing Globule Lady is backing towards me as people piled on. I had to carry out a few discrete manoeuvres to ensure I didn’t end up being Globule Man. Thanks to laser eye surgery I even spotted a small droplet in the back of her hair. Shame really as she was one of the better looking women on the carriage up to that point but that put me right off.
Next time the Kremlin want to bump off one of the ex-own, they can just invite them to a Tube ride with the hoi polio. It’s just as effective and won’t cause half the diplomatic stink that their JBO to Salisbury has just caused. The masses will take care of that too.
05/04/2018
Bit quieter this week all round with the Easter holidays but the wall to wall grey for the past month has been a bit depressing, so much so even the daffodils decided to keel over in protest. In fact, the monotony was only broken up when the sky did decide to dump a load of precipitation on us. Now we finally have a bit of blue sky our eyes are suddenly facing retina burn out from the sheer brightness of colour. If only we were filthy rich and
could afford to move to a place with a decent climate. At least then we wouldn’t have to do a load of okey cokey with our sun glasses every time a
cloud threatens. Have faith, this is our week. I can feel it.
18/04/2018
A busy week last week so apologies for the lack of an email. Being British it’s time to talk about the weather, from 5 degrees last week to 25 this week it’s been a good one especially as it was accompanied by blue skies and some sun. Months of wall-to-wall grey was getting slightly more than tedious.
In other good news, the share price is on the rise (I know, never talk about the share price) and apart from the Russians sneakily trying to get us there is a definite air of positivity. Maybe this positive outlook will rub off in other ways (i.e. the lottery). We could use the extra funds in the tin apart from anything else.
Seen on public transport this week – a young lady fell asleep on the 8:25 into London yesterday morning and despite being clearly in the land of the nod, her arm was upright holding her phone in front of her comatose face for a good 10 mins before it flopped down. If you are going to laugh at the doomed human race this was a good candidate.
25/04/2018
In these modern times, you can sometimes feel yourself getting left behind. Everyone has the music that defined their youth for example and it’s not until you are enjoying a nostalgia fest one day and your kids come in and tell you to turn off that old stuff and play something more modern. By modern they mean nothing older than 1 week.
You promptly get your fingers out, not to tell them to mind their own business, but to do the maths and work out how many decades have actually passed since the 80’s. Around 3 decades in my case. I remember back then hearing the Beatles and thinking wow, that’s old and terrible, and that was only 20 years previously at that time.
To annoy my kids even further I did stop playing the tunes of my youth and switch to some classical music, much to their chagrin. But as I pointed out it’s just a matter of perception. Beethoven was at number 1 in the hit parade with ‘Symphony number no. 9’ in May 1824 with his 42 piece beat combo backing group having out sold everyone else with his parchment download sheet music. Queue blank looks all round.
Times may have changed somewhat since but will people still be talking about Take That in 200 years’ time?
Hopefully they will also be talking about how we won the lottery.
02/05/2018
Tea making in the Office has become an issue on several fronts. First of all the kitchen has not been cleared by the cleaners as frequently as we would like with the upshot being that the kettle can’t be filled up properly due to the amount of crockery in the sink. This did mean short rations all round as I’m way too posh to move that lot out of the way.
Then the tea round broke down earlier this week leading to caffeine headaches and general narkiness. There would have also been loud complaints too but, speaking for myself, my tongue was stuck to the roof of my very dry mouth.
If we actually scoop this lotto thing this week we can get a full time tea person in to ensure a smooth running of the department. Cakes included.
16/05/2018
It’s been a bit quiet on my travels in the last few weeks, until this week that is. The last 2 days can be summed up as ‘Two fights and a moron’.
The first fight, on a packed tube was more handbags between one irate commuter and anyone in his vicinity. Being several meters away I had to listen to this raised voice shouting over and over again ‘What are you looking at?!?!?!?, What are you looking at?!?!?!?’. Honestly? I could have told him the answer was plainly that we were all looking at someone in dire need of getting laid.
On a quiet journey in this morning, the tube driver came on the tannoy (I’m sure it’s still called that) to say we weren’t moving off from the station as the emergency chord had been pulled in one of the other carriages due to a fight! I never saw or heard a thing but did wonder who does that first thing in the morning on the way to work?
What about the moron? Minding my own business at Green Park looking down the platform last night, just where I expect the doors to open, my toes just on the yellow line, I was startled out of ‘commuter mode’ by some large chap whipping past me on the edge of the platform. Was there any need for him to go that way round? No, there was room enough behind me. Clearly this was a Darwin situation in waiting, any movement from me and he would have been black and crispy. Again, why?
I’m beginning to think we really do need another war to wipe a few people out who don’t understand risk. The mark one brain cell seems to be in very short supply these days.
23/05/2018
After the Royal wedding at the weekend, it’s nice to know the Royal family have become more ‘normal’ now they have the Markles as part of the Firm. By normal I mean like the cast of EastEnders. I used to genuinely believe that no one was like that lot, I mean if you are poor the last thing you need is to shell out constantly on throat sweets thanks to the constant shouting you have to do.
With lots in the news about mental health issues and more recently, Alzheimer’s disease – I have discovered one of our team is definitely suffering from this.
Without mentioning names, he regularly forgets the following:-
– The more cake/biscuits you may actually get for the team, he forgets he hasn’t bought any all year.
– He forgets he hasn’t made a tea round every day.
– When he does make a drink, its pot luck you will get back what you asked for. Not had sugar for the past 30 years? This is a mystery to him.
– Despite me regularly doing things like the lottery on behalf of the team and arranging other drinks, he always thinks he has done more.
– He forgets he hasn’t got any money and keeps spending.
– He has forgotten that he has just moved house as he continues to look at houses on Rightmove.
– And lastly, I don’t have to worry if ‘he’ gets offended or not as he will have forgotten this email inside of 30 seconds!
We need to win this thing so we can club together to put this person into a home as soon as possible.
06/06/2018
Let’s start with the good news, the trains. Yes, really, just because we are into the third week of the new timetable and there is no end in sight to the misery of Train Lottery doesn’t mean that it’s all bad news. On the contrary my target of getting £50 back in delay repay this year is likely to be fulfilled by the end of the month at this rate. Kings Cross yesterday evening was more like being at a Pantomime with a collective groan every time a train got cancelled with 1minutes notice.
Having been off last week, I’m still a bit relaxed over the whole thing but my fellow travellers are clearly in a different league of being a bit miffed. This was displayed in an act of audible ventilation in the direction of some poor barrier operative at Kings Cross this morning when he kindly offered to open the barriers but was a bit slow by several nano seconds. “Well, are you doing it then?”, “Hurry up!” – poor bloke! He managed to mutter some small defence along the lines of “I don’t have to do this, you know!”.
I have decided that even if we win this thing this week I may carry on commuting just for the sheer entertainment value.
13/06/2018
The World Cup is about to begin in Russia and the hopes of the Nation are running spectacularly low. It has taken 52 years for the general public to eventually realise we are unlikely to win it again any time soon. Years of hurt? We have been anesthetised to the pain and have had the unrealistic-thought-section of our brains amputated some time ago.
These days we are at the stage of being grateful to qualify, grateful for any results in the group stages and not
surprised if we go out before the knockout stages. Even Iceland are seen as a banana skin. With no changes to the approach in all those decades we are never going to learn the lessons of past failures despite seeing other nations (notably France and Germany) embarking on a dedicated program to sort it out, with tangible results. Still it’s an excuse for a beer and to kick the dog, maybe a quick prayer while we are about it, that it might happen for us before we get to the centenary celebrations in 2066.
Meanwhile, seen on the trains (when they are running!) this week, there was a middle aged Lady travelling home the other night minding her own business but what was striking about her was the snarling face she pulled all the way home (some 25 minutes). The curled lip revealing some teeth was a sight to behold, no idea if she knew what she was doing or that was her natural state, but it was a bit disconcerting – just glad she didn’t look at me, would have given me the right willies!
Speaking of which, also heard this week from a friend in a pub, as he left the urinals a random guy next to him said ‘Nice watch”. Ahhhhhhh!
20/06/2018
It’s good to be able to be positive about English football this week – even if the BBC did try and describe us as ‘British’ during one forgettable piece – with a win to kick off the campaign with. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Panama could yet be a banana skin. Let’s hope they don’t start doing some sort of clapping thing. Of course it’s a fine line between a score line that says ‘same old England’ and victory but you know either way we will try and do it the hard way. Ideally in our next game the referee will have his glasses on and be familiar with the rules of football, as oppose to wrestling.
Now for this week’s travel report and it was with my usual incredulous wonderment at the Human Race that I had the misfortune to share a carriage with an older gentleman – a right old hippy – first thing in the morning, who succeeded in violating everyone’s sense of smell with a terrific waft of garlic. Hats off to him, the blast radius was impressive, several rows in either direction in fact. Luckily he got off after a couple of stops taking his pungent fog of anti-carcinogenic with him but seeing as he was attired in office clothing, I had a good chuckle picturing the scene with his work colleagues. It’s not often I feel sorry for other people but on this occasion it was merited.
Please let us win this thing this week, there have been a few moans in the ranks about the lack of results and besides we deserve it. Probably more then England winning the World Cup.
Though we’ll take that as well.
27/06/2018
So it’s been a World Cup of giving people the bird it seems, first Robbie Williams kicked things off before things had even kicked off, then Maradonna got confused over the score line when Argentina went 2-1 up in the 86th minute signalling what looked like 1 all to the Nigerian fans below. What a true statesman. Just goes to show you can’t buy class, maybe he will justify it by saying “it was the finger of God”?
Meanwhile tension is mounting with England’s first true test against a decent side coming against Belgium this Thursday. This is where we see just how good they are or aren’t. Well takes our minds off worrying whether this week will actually be ‘the week’ when our numbers come up.
If not we should pop down to Lotto’s headquarters and show them the bird?
04/07/2018
On the one hand life is totally normal and yet, paradoxically, totally upside down. Last night’s match against Columbia in the World Cup was typical including the last minute equaliser in the 92 minute by Columbia to set up the potential for us to go out at the first round of the knock out stages when we deserve to go through. Even Columbia were a typical Latino team, fouling and hassling the ref like a bunch of cheating girls blouses. Then suddenly we have only gone and won a penalty shootout! Any German watching will be thinking ‘Hang on a second, we are out and England have won a penalty shootout?!?!?! Mein got!’. I don’t know the German for ‘there must be a tear in the space time continuum’
but you get the picture.
Next thing you know, Coombsey will be making a round of tea!! No OK that’s a step too far obviously. Even in parallel Universe’s that’s doesn’t happen.
Still one step at a time and Sweden are a tricky customer, roll on Saturday then, for England, St George and a lottery win!
11/07/2018
If ever there was a time we needed some luck today is it! I am of course talking about the lottery as a nice bit of wedge on the hip will be some consolation to make up for what happens between now and (potentially) Sunday in the football. England may have wildly exceeded expectations getting this far but it will still be a massive disappointment not to win it!
Best not say too much – I’ll be round to collect later…..
18/07/2018
So the World Cup is finally over and
France won it.
B*gger.
It only took them a mere 20 years to get a second star on the shirt and don’t get me wrong, I’m taking the positives from England even though we know we would have suffered the same fate as Croatia had we reached the final. We won a penalty shootout and got the golden boot too, and yet…. Croatia were better than us and they didn’t even exist 15 years ago and have a population the size of Windsor. And as for the French, we went for a thousand years beating them at everything. Henry V is probably turning in his grave trying to get away from the whiff of garlic wafting smugly over the Channel as I write but who can blame them. We would be lining up on the White Cliffs of Dover if it was the other way round making 15th Century archery gestures in their general direction.
We just have to hope that Mr Southgate has actually got the FA and St Georges Park by the nads and is actively pushing forward with a proper building process. Maybe throw in a wonder kid or 2 to make sure? Half the chaps I know already don’t bother watching the football and maybe they have the right idea, but in my lifetime it would be nice just to do it again.
Which brings me neatly round to the lottery, it may not have been 50 years since we last won it (or at all) mostly due to it not existing but also the astronomical odds! The stars have to align at some point and give us something to cheer about.
02/08/2018
I have decided not to invite people round my desk if I can help it. It seems that people’s standards aren’t as high as mine and they feel a real need to make physical contact with my screen with their fingers when explaining something, forgetting that it’s a visual aid.
Screen.
Clues in the name.
And thanks to laser surgery I can see very well and don’t need a helpful greasy smudge mark to guide me. It’s not like they are touch screens anyway so why do it? To cap it all one of my esteemed colleagues used a metal pen on the screen the other day causing much expletives to be issued! It’s well known that having a scratch on your screen can cause your eyes to go funny, so if I get eye cancer I will sue!
Let us quickly win the lottery this week so that I can get industrial strength, gorilla glass coated screens and a massive supply of screen cleaner to remove the grime I have to peer through in my day to day job.
08/08/2018
This week I could rant at the transport with the trains but no. I could mention the nail clippings which I discovered under my desk earlier this week (only 5 though so where did the others go?). Doris the cleaner was summoned to hoover them up but I won’t lose any sleep over that either.
I am calm personified as tomorrow is my last day in the office for 2 weeks as I go on holiday – to Cornwall if you are interested.
Paul will be carrying out cash-wasting duties converting your hard earned cash into …er… well probably nothing!
Cheers Paul!
29/08/2018
Back from holiday and no chance of slowly easing back in to the necessary evil that is work. Looking at the year ahead is a bit daunting as we are going to be busy, thank goodness I have another trip away for some last sun before Christmas!
Even more so as first day back and 2 delay repay claims later, my fellow commuters are irritating me already. Some middle aged chap on yesterday’s snail paced train decided that because he was wearing headphones he could periodically burp loudly on the basis no one else could hear it either. Only we could. From the other side of the carriage. It wasn’t like he was some oik either, he was suited and booted and somehow convinced himself that his headphones created a sound proof bubble around him.
This is not a new concept as any chap going into any communal toilet can testify from the amazing range of noises that come unashamedly from the cubicles once the door is locked. All toilets are sound proof boxes, it’s a well-known fact.
Personally I would prefer to win the lottery so I can avail myself of my own personal ablution facilities, let’s make sure that this is our week!
05/09/2018
The nights have begun drawing in, work is getting busier and temperatures are about to drop. Along with the leaves all over the lawn. The kids go back to school which means a massive outlay on uniforms, PE kit, pens, pencils and shoes. Bit depressing. And then I managed to crick my neck the other night from the draught coming in through the window vent. More woe….
Then there is Camelot’s proposed changes so that if you win the jackpot you don’t even get a nice lump sum but its drip fed to you every month for 25 years.
I can understand why they are thinking of doing this as 95% of the population are a bit rubbish with their money to the extent they have no clue as to the value and no long term view to make it last. It becomes a race to get rid of it as quickly as possible and they end up more miserable than when they were poor, worse they are unemployed now having chucked in their job right after the check arrived. At no point does anyone say to the winners that it’s OK not to do anything with the money until you want to? It’s not going anywhere, take your time – it will actually grow in the meantime – a concept known as ‘saving’.
Let us hope we win it this week so we can save ourselves from financial worry.
12/09/2018
Music. It’s a wonderful thing. Right up until you have to put up with your colleagues tuneless, mindless, ear pollution which in their heads actually probably sounds quite good but in reality just isn’t. With the latest ear cancelling headphones available and whitenoise.wav loaded up its possible to remove this concentration destroying banality, if it wasn’t for the unfortunate side effect of the small matter of £320 I’d have a pair in a shot.
So this week we really need to nail the lottery to make my dream come true. Make it happen.
19/09/2018
Go sober for October. Movember. Just 2 of the month long charity tortures you can put yourself through if you don’t just fancy handing over a lump sum and getting on with day to day life, which is busy enough. There is one charity event going on this week you may not have heard of, and I certainly wasn’t aware of until earlier this week, and it’s called ‘Get Cheddar for September’. This is the process whereby you don’t wash for several days (minimum) to see just how gross a whiff you can create before everyone chips in and begs/pays you to have a shower. All I can say is that there are some people on my tube journey over the past couple of days who are in for a very large win fall of cash.
If we win it this week, I’m going for the lump sum option.
27/09/2018
Thursday, it’s the new Wednesday – for this week anyway.
Be round to collect later for those promising to go to a cash point at some stage!
03/10/2018
With both political parties having their conferences recently, an interesting, if scary, fact came to light. Those over 47 were more likely to vote Tory and those under were more likely to vote Labour. Given that this is a moving target there is a real danger of a Labour Government whose agenda would take us right back to the 1970’s. Being under 47, most people would be too young or not around to remember the Country being bankrupted and Chancellor Healy having to go to the IMF to borrow money to keep the lights on, when they tried to pursue policies more in keeping with Communism. Not that the current Tory party is displaying better leadership right now either but they are the lesser of two evils, if they can just get Brexit right…..hmmn.
Which brings us to a dilemma, because if we win the Lottery and then Labour did get in, would we be constantly harassed by the ‘comrades’ to hand over our cash for redistribution just because we are accidental toffs? Like the 70’s we may be forced to join the ‘brain drain’ and move abroad.
11/10/2018
Winter is coming! Goes the mantra from GoT and judging from the Company share price and rumour mill (take your pick over the last 12 months), not to mention the amount of blood on the carpet at various levels in the same timeframe, that may be the case. How nice would it be to have a lovely bank account full of cash to iron out these blips in the road ahead. Maybe this week is our week (about time too).
I’ll be round to collect the cash to make it so.
18/10/2018
Bit late seeing as its Thursday today, but will be round to collect shortly.
07/11/2018
With this week’s blood lust at the top finally over already (and its only Wednesday) it’s fair to say we are all getting blasé about what may happen next. Anyway it had me reminiscing about my early jobs and the difference between a working class job and a career.
As it transpires, working class people get paid weekly while those in white collar employment, get proper monthly wages. I first noticed this when I graduated from a paper round (complete with working class brown packet with my cash in it) to working for Waitrose (no bank account, no job).
The top 1% don’t get wages at all, when they need spending money they liquidate some assets.
And that’s where we need to be, so let’s nail this thing this week.
14/11/2018
Getting up early in the morning is stupid. It has been scientifically proven to take years off your life. I was up early this morning, initially when the alarm went off it was more like a corpse coming to life than a joyful leap out of my pit. Eventually my eyes were able to open more than just a slit and I was able to summon the mental energy to realise I was no longer in blissful stasis and physical movement was indeed necessary to get the day underway. I can confirm that having gotten up early this morning, it doesn’t suit me. Having journeyed into work on the mass transit system, I can also confirm it suits very few other people either; standing on the Tube, there were people who had also tried it and failed in different ways. Some had forgotten to clean their teeth, others had forgotten to put their makeup on, whilst others had forgotten their manners and crashed into everyone around them.
The one redeeming feature in all this was a glorious sun rise over my local town which did lift the soul from its gloomy state having had the duvet yanked away far too early.
When we win the lottery I will endeavour to get up at a more reasonable hour of my choosing.
21/11/2018
Cold, wet, grey miserableness. That was yesterday giving us a taster of the next 6 months, even my fellow travellers are a grey mass with no standout mishaps to laugh at.
We did get some great news yesterday with a £75 win from the weekend, not all bad then! I’ll be round to collect shortly.
28/11/2018
With it being nearly Christmas – officially the Christmas season starts on 1st December – I thought I’d get going on my Christmas shopping to spread the load. I took a stroll up to Oxford Street and it seemed that once again it appears that I am fated to spot themes.
This time it was ‘prat walk’. I just happened to be near several people when they decided to trip over anything and nothing, the odd paving slab for example, but managed to save themselves in an ungainly and hilarious way before quickly moving on, in the hope no one would notice. In 90% of cases this was true, most people didn’t notice as they were glued to their phone screens.
It’s amazing the amount of things the ‘phone zombies’ miss when they are out and about. It has to be said though that whilst I am of an older generation, I couldn’t be without a smart phone. Having Google, Sat Nav, communication capabilities and, of course, a camera in one small device is an absolute God send these days. Just need to add a collision warning app to everyone’s phone so they can stop walking into me.
Let’s win the lottery this week so I can spend time creating another fortune devising one.
05/12/2018
Maybe it’s this time of year, but I didn’t as much wake up this morning as come out of stasis. Is it the weekend yet?
Following on from last week’s email of people heading for the deck, I witnessed some poor chap take advantage of gravity as he excited Green Park tube station, he was fine apart from a wet, muddy hand. Given Mrs May and the Governments drubbing re- Brexit yesterday it’s a miracle they are still on their feet. But for how long? Interesting times.
In these busy times I will be round to collect at some point today while the pound is still worth something.
12/12/2018
Flat out today so just give me the cash so I can invest it
wisely at the shop.