Hello,
I know I said it would be business as usual this week and at the time I meant it but events, dear reader events!
First up I have received a letter from my boss indicating that there is a strong possibility of me being made redundant in the next few months. I'll be sorry to lose some of my clients, though I'll be continuing to work with my favourites in my own time so it's not too much of a wrench. Moreover as I won't be restricted by absurd rules and left wing dogma from the mind of a madwoman I'll actually be able to offer a bit of real help. It's also given me a bit of a deadline for my business plan though I'm not over confident of being able to start up properly by July -then again you never know.
Naturally I've made a point of being especially nice to her to freak her out and I'm pleased to say it's working. There is also a part of me that owes the woman a real debt of gratitude because if she wasn't so loathsome and unpleasant I might have ended drifting along in that job for another five years by which time I'd be as mad as her and her pets. In any case it would be a violation of the Clairwil code of ethics to be seen to be distressed by the antics of a boss. Lack of income is no excuse for grovelling at the feet of mouthy morons.
Oh if any of you are thinking of skipping down the merry path towards self-employment, allow me to draw your attention towards 'Flying Start Ups' which is a website and forum of rather charming and exceptionally helpful folk providing tips, information and so on for budding entrepreneurs. It's a wonderful resource and the sort of thing that gives me a warm glow inside so well done to Steve Parks for inventing it. I'm using one of his books as a reference to plan my business and so far I've found it invaluable.
It's quite funny but the last time I was self-employed, I just decided what I wanted to do wrote a business plan that I thought Scottish Enterprise would like. Got refused funding, rolled my eyes, started it on a shoestring then went back for funding a year later and obtained twice what I was looking for from a 'Dragons Den' style panel who seemed charmed by my jokes, wild exaggerations and giggling. I expect that kind of cheek is a lot more impressive coming from a 20 year old bleached blonde in a leopard print mini skirt than a 33 year old brunette with giant earrings and no funds. Home ownership doesn't half dampen ones spirits.
I am aiming to be back at the blogging game properly next week but if I'm not may it comfort you to know I'll be scowling at a calculator and trying to keep a straight face as I write the words 'bid for government contracts' then remember who I am. Keep your peckers up!
Cheerio
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2/17/2008
5/06/2007
Hey Busybodies Leave Those Weans Alone.
Hello,
The next person who smugly proclaims that the parents of the abducted infant Madeleine McCann or 'Maddy' as she is presumptuously being called by the press, are to blame is getting a sore face. The last time I checked the holiday resorts of Portugal were not war zones. It seems to me perfectly reasonable to leave a child in a nearby room to eat one's dinner in peace.
In truth, I really pity the modern child. I spent most of my childhood wishing my parents would get out my face. Yet by modern standards I was neglected, spending my summers wandering about 'the field' or down the park playing football with the lads. I was also fond of camping expeditions in various neighbours gardens. Similarly snowy winters were spent hurling snowballs and sledging down 'the cliff' (now a steep set of stairs in hideous Barratt scheme). Worse than that, around the age of eight I was deemed capable of walking to school alone and since six was only walked halfway.
To which some smartarse will no doubt hold me up as an example of the pitfalls of lax parenting. All I can say is that my parents aren't to blame for me, my brother has turned out well, I'm just a genetic throwback to some earlier horror. I am a mess of my own making and in that is my defence of a balanced approach. Better to be a disaster that takes responsibility for their own mistakes than one that needs babying well into adulthood. Taking a doing for a dirty tackle when mummy is too far away to run to is a good lesson in life. One that the X-Box ruined child who must be watched is being deprived of.
Strolling in the direction of the point. It seems clear to me that there is a choice before us. We can either succumb to the fear and paranoia or we can get on with the task of decent commonsense child rearing. That means letting them off the leash from time to time, not the harsh, judgemental, parental eyes scorching their skin 24 hours a day. From the moment we are conceived we are at risk of abortion, miscarriage, still birth, accident, fatal illness and murder. Let's just concentrate on making the time children have enjoyable, whatever moral and legal right to life they may have, human evil, brutality and perversity can appear at anytime. Better to jail the perpetrator after the act than stunt whole generation for their own good, on the off chance.
Failing that do not breed and get a cat. Or become a maiden aunt as I will be, God willing, from November.
Cheerio
The next person who smugly proclaims that the parents of the abducted infant Madeleine McCann or 'Maddy' as she is presumptuously being called by the press, are to blame is getting a sore face. The last time I checked the holiday resorts of Portugal were not war zones. It seems to me perfectly reasonable to leave a child in a nearby room to eat one's dinner in peace.
In truth, I really pity the modern child. I spent most of my childhood wishing my parents would get out my face. Yet by modern standards I was neglected, spending my summers wandering about 'the field' or down the park playing football with the lads. I was also fond of camping expeditions in various neighbours gardens. Similarly snowy winters were spent hurling snowballs and sledging down 'the cliff' (now a steep set of stairs in hideous Barratt scheme). Worse than that, around the age of eight I was deemed capable of walking to school alone and since six was only walked halfway.
To which some smartarse will no doubt hold me up as an example of the pitfalls of lax parenting. All I can say is that my parents aren't to blame for me, my brother has turned out well, I'm just a genetic throwback to some earlier horror. I am a mess of my own making and in that is my defence of a balanced approach. Better to be a disaster that takes responsibility for their own mistakes than one that needs babying well into adulthood. Taking a doing for a dirty tackle when mummy is too far away to run to is a good lesson in life. One that the X-Box ruined child who must be watched is being deprived of.
Strolling in the direction of the point. It seems clear to me that there is a choice before us. We can either succumb to the fear and paranoia or we can get on with the task of decent commonsense child rearing. That means letting them off the leash from time to time, not the harsh, judgemental, parental eyes scorching their skin 24 hours a day. From the moment we are conceived we are at risk of abortion, miscarriage, still birth, accident, fatal illness and murder. Let's just concentrate on making the time children have enjoyable, whatever moral and legal right to life they may have, human evil, brutality and perversity can appear at anytime. Better to jail the perpetrator after the act than stunt whole generation for their own good, on the off chance.
Failing that do not breed and get a cat. Or become a maiden aunt as I will be, God willing, from November.
Cheerio
4/15/2007
A Code Of Conduct For Bloggers
Hello,
Is there no part of my life that is free from botherers? I have just received an email telling, yes telling me to become a protestant. Obviously I emailed back and said I'd love to but first you need to do something about the lack of visuals, incense and how about adopting few Voodoo rituals. Believe me that is the last time I ever ask the Wee Free's a serious theological question.
Anyway some sort of code of conduct for bloggers has been brought to my attention. Oh for Christ's sake just cock off! Is nothing sacred? All I ever wanted in life was a space to act the goat in without someone moaning that I'd trod on their prize marrow. Now we have this set of rules. To be fair they are voluntary -for now.
There is no need for it whatsoever. I find myself reminded of those kiss-arse children I was incarcerated at school with. Do you know that at one point they took at petition to the headmaster asking for the uniform rules to be enforced? And had the nerve to call me immature for sneering at them! Why in God's name would anyone campaign to have one of their meagre freedoms taken away?
As time goes by I start to relate to those Americans that live in shacks in the mountains with 526 rifles and mistrust the government.
If you don't want to read me, then fuck off! Now that is a code of conduct.
Cheerio
Is there no part of my life that is free from botherers? I have just received an email telling, yes telling me to become a protestant. Obviously I emailed back and said I'd love to but first you need to do something about the lack of visuals, incense and how about adopting few Voodoo rituals. Believe me that is the last time I ever ask the Wee Free's a serious theological question.
Anyway some sort of code of conduct for bloggers has been brought to my attention. Oh for Christ's sake just cock off! Is nothing sacred? All I ever wanted in life was a space to act the goat in without someone moaning that I'd trod on their prize marrow. Now we have this set of rules. To be fair they are voluntary -for now.
There is no need for it whatsoever. I find myself reminded of those kiss-arse children I was incarcerated at school with. Do you know that at one point they took at petition to the headmaster asking for the uniform rules to be enforced? And had the nerve to call me immature for sneering at them! Why in God's name would anyone campaign to have one of their meagre freedoms taken away?
As time goes by I start to relate to those Americans that live in shacks in the mountains with 526 rifles and mistrust the government.
If you don't want to read me, then fuck off! Now that is a code of conduct.
Cheerio
2/28/2007
Oh Shit Britney Spears Knows How I Feel....
Hello,
It pains me to admit it but if recent reports are to be believed, Britney Spears is the only person in the world that feels the way I do. At least she's got an excuse with the old post natals. I refuse to be Bi-polar. Some of my mates down at the 'mental' are that way inclined and they do the most peculiar things.
Cheerio
It pains me to admit it but if recent reports are to be believed, Britney Spears is the only person in the world that feels the way I do. At least she's got an excuse with the old post natals. I refuse to be Bi-polar. Some of my mates down at the 'mental' are that way inclined and they do the most peculiar things.
Cheerio
1/28/2007
Consult The Tarot
Hello,
I'm feeling somewhat mystic today. It happens every so often. So for that reason I'd like to invite you all to ask me questions which I will answer using tarot cards. I'd ask you to cross my palm with silver but I'd actually like a response. So just click on a google ad in the sidebar and let google pay for your consultation.
Now who's first?
I'm feeling somewhat mystic today. It happens every so often. So for that reason I'd like to invite you all to ask me questions which I will answer using tarot cards. I'd ask you to cross my palm with silver but I'd actually like a response. So just click on a google ad in the sidebar and let google pay for your consultation.
Now who's first?
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