Social Media Is Filled With People .. Many People Are Thinkers And In Their Thinking and Their Reasoning They Come Up With Inspired Moments That Can Change The World Forever.
First You Learn From The Amish and You Draw A Specific Line In Time .. Before The Line Is The Before Time and After The Line Is The English Time. None Of That Is Correct, Safe To Say However That The Wheel Is A Technology That Is Acceptable While The “L’EQUIP 215 XL JUICER” Less So For Them.
At Some Point There Was A Time When Discoveries Were Ok and A Time After Which New Discoveries Were To Be Roundly And Actively Disdained Against.
All Of Which Lacks Relevance Other Than To Show The Acceptable History Of Choosing Arbitrary Moments In Time And Predicating A Fair Bit Of A Premise Upon That Choice.
Enter Mr M Cooper Internet Thinker – From Wolverhampton
Who Has, A Little Fortuitously Opted To Draw His Line For Before And After, Sometime After The UK Was Done Retrieving/Re-homeing Assets From Fortunate Colonies, In Return For Them Being Allowed To Play Host To The Union Flag For A Bit.
But Why… Surely He Is Missing A Trick – The UK Famously Singled Handily Rescued The World In Past Times As Well.. There Was W.W.I.. And That Time We Saw Of An Asteroid By Sending Ben Affleck Into Space.
Imagine All The Outstanding Debts.. Well I Couldn’t.. So Better To Write Them Down:
I have a few gaps in my calculations – missing events and some challenges establishing the exact values … all of which could add substantially to the total .. but it looks like we (the UK populous) are each owed in excess of £840,000.. im also thinking we should all forgo an NHS magic brexit contribution of around 0.54% – which will get us what that nice red bus promised for the next 100 years.. but if we can fill in the gaps im thinking we could well be in excess of 1.5 million each…
We Really Are Going To Have The Best Health Care In The World and We Can Chill .. Mr M Cooper – Internet Thinker – Of Wolverhampton .. He Showed Us And Now We See.
Work wise this had only been a short engagement, 6 months and it was weird..from doing back to work discussions with those so angered by there experience that they’d left some months prior and not returned, to ongoing displeasure of those team members who remained … looking to get the documentation on business projects i was hired to oversee and then finding out there was actually no such projects – there were things that were not even sketched on drawing boards that remained in their packaging.. It was the weirdest and most inexplicable of situations.
Now with a mixture of relief and disappointment its over .. it was for the most part a nice team, the one that got assembled upon the scorched earth .. and i found myself with the one reservation of leaving them.
Leaving them to the all the inexplicable things that had scorched the earth before, devastating the teams numbers and moral .. and its looming return .. I was trying not to think about it too much.. I’d asked them to put their despondence and disbelief to one side those few months ago, to give it a chance and in so doing made it worse. For the doubt filled reservation that lined up behind those words were only doubts for a further couple of weeks. Id asked them to have some faith and within what could still be legitimately counted in days i knew there was no faith, only blinkered folly that could believe in change.
I pulled and pushed them, asked them for just enough belief to give it ago, then left. I’d thought, incorrectly, that i would take up the fight, normally i do at least for a time vigorously pursing change against the prevailing established mindset.. but not this time – from the first moment i had doubt, then grave doubt and within only weeks really acceptance. So i think this was not like before – never really managing to become invested in any way, it was a short term contract and it was all just so very mad, why invest yourself in it, the inadvertent thought.
Also i may have accidentally adapted, in unhelpful way, taking an approach now based on the belief that things cant be changed, this can only change themselves. You (or in this case I) can hold up the mirror and if they ask you (in this case me) to make suggestions .. then yes, and watch to see their actions for the effort doesnt come in daring to ask the question ..
But recast a thing, change it, no – it can not be done to something … this was the equivalent to a clinically obese person that invested for their health, buying in a shiny new exercise bike and then gazing at it, as it poked out knowingly, from behind a very fine and infinitely closer form of cake.
So having made all to easy but not entirely successful efforts at not thinking overly on it, i left … in part a leaving and not thinking on it that remains occasionally hindered by ongoing calls and messages that leaving has failed to put pay too.. In every way this is the oddest (not worst) but oddest situation – i definitely felt more like a psychologist/therapist or a new kind of care worker, im not one of these, im not sure i mind the idea of being one of those… they sound like interesting jobs, helping people.. only i wasn’t really helping merely postponing .. There ongoing communications will peter out shortly and then, im going to miss some them i suspect.
On the flip side
Free Time And No Hassles
Travel Plans For The Summer
All beckon – though not in that order ..
In the meantime news came in from a past employer, the last of my old team was leaving them … they’d taken to introducing lunch rotas to stop people lunching together.. For a business that bought things that remarkably few people wanted or were financially able to buy, over worked staff members eating at the same time doesn’t seem like it ought to be the key issue needing to be addressed.
I really need to like at my job choices … contract or none contract – im not doing my due diligence – if nothing else is clear and it isnt then that need be in no doubt.
Spotted – Coming Over . Interested? or Seeing me off?
Horses spotted and getting spotted back ..unusual behaviour for them to take an interest.. maybe mistaken for the food person who must come? or being warded of as some kind of interloper to their spot..
Friendly – possibly food seeking .. nothing in the pockets..
All was well and good but for the first time in many years i dont work in London .. this may or may not be a factor – it could just be that everything that happens not irregularly will have its moment. The thing that over the years that has happened not irregularly is the late night train sleeping. For many years on my phone and then somewhere along the line a mixture of getting sloppy or cocky meant that was no longer a regularly adopted safety net.
Unlike when i worked in parliament and awoke to find myself on route (with all chances to avoid this fait behind me) to the city of Cambridge. I did not live in Cambridge at the time, ive never lived in Cambridge or anywhere close to Cambridge) .. Unlike those time recent times have seen a spate of better … not judgement – fortune. Not this time, the body had maybe unlearnt the rhythm and timings of the journey. Worse than this, having woken up two stops and about 10 minutes before my own, i opted for one more nap. It was a poor none-choice, a dereliction of choice and embracing of misplaced instinct.
I awoke and found myself on route and wondered where too.. sometimes you just know the pitch black world beyond the window just isnt the right kind of pitch black, its a pitch black belonging to a world of the less familiar. Id been studying the black pensively as the train pulled in to the big reveal station, it was not my station, it was not a station before my station.. it was a problem.
The side routes were pitch black, it was morning – not yet but it was last train of the night late and there was no sign of any taxi. Because inanimate objects understand comedy timing my phone new this was its time, announcing its lower power with some familiar beeps before bypassing the customary lower power period and shutting itself down. Days, months, sat within a pocket, recalling the moments of gravity induced escape, livid with the disrespect shown for its years of solid service and waiting. Waiting for the right moment to act.
No Taxis – not one was by the station and none passed by as i wondered in the direction of home, waiting for a choice to present itself.. after a while of choices not presenting themselves, i was by the A1 the one road that went the right way and came with probable road lighting. A roundabout, a lack of choices accompanied by a lulling lack of traffic and a number of unresolved questions in my head… the wisdom of the option that looked destined to come.
I was pretty sure this was not a not allowed thing-it was the A part not the M part – not a motorway and therefore ok for night time idiots who sleep on trains and day time old people seeking notoriety on their mobility scooters.
Still it didnt come with a pavement – it came with a certain amount of excess space – a semi-hard shoulder and some grassy patches that had had no reason for pruning, it was spring, there had been rain and there had been warm, it was lush and it was springing forth. Still it was for the best – imaging what this would have been in the cold, wet and even darker of winter.. no, if the time was to come to remind on the perils of alcohol haze train-ing without a safety net, then it couldn’t have happened on a much kinder night than this.
Some cars and lorrys swept past, moving off to the fast lane as if i were far wider of more weaving than i know to be true while a couple opted for the helpful beeping – solidarity or not.
While the UK troops toward deliberate, expertly planned and impeccably implemented exit stage left? right? …um .. the world cup is almost upon us. and my current work contract has (for the most part) come to an end.
Recent times have consisted of:
Shire Wondering – as something that looks a bit like summer has come:
I also took a trip up north to finish a discussion – there were options for the summer but nothing overly clear, hence the trip up north to locate a brother and ascertain more clarity.
The question was there something beyond the initial talk and intentions and if there was, then which option?
Chile (largely ruled out for the intended time of year appearing low or against the thoughts of those online making their recommendations)
With one of us coming up on an extensive student summer holiday and the other drawing a short term employment contract to its end – the opportunity for a more adventurous turn was there in a way it might not often be again.
Switzerland (after a gap longer than it ough to be)
A late waking up – its bank holiday weekend and the forecaster predicted a miserably wet day… So i awoke to a warm and musty/not clear blue skies but distinctly dry day
A couple of weeks ago i had a potential job in the guise of an interview that gave cause to visit the area – this is that area Google Map
The day had started with a now potential unhelpful delay, in the making constructive use of it stakes. Even with that backdrop it was hardly a leaping forth out of the blocks effort that followed as contemplation attempted to form into some of a version of a conclusion.
As the title suggests and accurately on this occasion then i did opt for a return visit, cycling around water normally at least means some semblance of direction, an orbiting sort of direction and more flatness than might otherwise be achieved. Exercise has not been much a centre piece to life of late (and not so late) and so things not not going up all too often or too grievously, seems a workable route toward doing something which ought to stand in not too wrenched grasp.
Its not overly well sign posted as a place – and there are multiple little mini centres dotted around, at least there are in the Whitwell bit, one of two places where bikes can be hired for those looking for a sort of pace and progress walking just cant quite provide. There is though bike hire, if you can find it or alternatively set about asking for directional assistance within one of the other ships or centres and then with that successfully triangulate its location &/or stumble upon it though illumination of options.
The pathway, once you get going is decent, a proper pathway with surfaces of deliberate and tarred human endeavour, weaving along and then into the next dollop of car parking and relatively warm (long) weekend human clustering – and to be fair to us all a reasonable place to cluster.
Unlike other European counties but very much like the uk accessing a natural resource and pleasant spot such as this is not free, parking is not quite like a visit to Lutons pickup area but given a fair bit of it is just a field they seem like they might be doing ok out of their investment such as it is.
Its owned by angian water – and once it would have been owned by us – today as anglian it is owned by AWG plc – so its owned by some of us, but even those with shares on the publicly listed AWG will be paying to park upon their water side fields.
An unintentional diversion into the political wrongness of the UKs reasonably recently formed norm.. abort abort not always about that .. back on topic
The water of Rutland is big enough to have a boat with a name that people queue for and it ferries them about.. I’m unclear or rather completely unaware on whether it ferries them to somewhere or if its simply a pleasant distraction for those looking to take in the waters but find themselves handily back exactly there where they’d started and thus in clearly re-traceable steps to their deposited vehicle.
The lateness of the start meant it was now about 15:00/15:15 and the bike was at hand and i was underway. Why dont i own a bike of my own .. well i do but they are neither of them in quite the right way. The main one, which travelled with me around France (Italy & Switzerland – briefly) & Germany, its in need of some significant work, having lived in the garden in states of various coverage for too long. Unfit for outings .. The mountain bike, that ive had much longer and it is a reliable enough old thing except for a dent in its top front gears, which makes its highest gears something of unattainable promise. Thats been true of it for really quite the time, more time than i can quantify, i remember it no other way though i bought it from new and surely encountered by light blue friend in better, more 21 geared times.. Imagine a world of 3 gears or none, those were cyclists of a hardy leg and lungs. Its breaks dont work and i dont have a bike rack on my car and while i can cycle, i can fix stuff and break pads and cycle racks on cars, they are both kind of fixing things in the most minor way possible.
Which reminds me the long life bulb may have gone in the downstairs toilet – it started flickering before opting to do far less.. Post champions league final – not a good night, but a strong argument against 10 man teams playing float goalkeeper in a champions league final or just inviting a random German in a T-shirt to give it a go … Anyway tackled the no longer flickering bulb and inserted a new bulb.. pretty good fixing .. point before disproved – only not .. so either the connecting plastic sockety thing was all hanging down before, hence the flickering and the then not working or the replacing came with unintentional doings. Either way in the day after the fixing (and the bulb did restore light to the downstairs cabin yesterday .. qualifying by some definition as fix) today its hangs beneath the also hanging ceiling unit to which it ought to be fully attached in a none eliminating form.. Leading me to feel maybe i have tested and found my limits and they are altogether in that case, all to accessible. I do however own some short sleeved tops and could also muster the ability to roll the ball to the attacked to kick it in.. or swot a long distance ball into my own net – so perhaps my calling lies elsewhere.
This is not Rutland Water and that is where we were to be .. getting around it and timings – it was a question and i was not entirely sure how far all the way around was.. and if i were, which i certainly wasnt, what sort of velocity a person in my sort of state of fitness, such as it isn’t, would go about it with.
I’d gotten to Normanton, the map seemed to say this was 8 miles and therefore would be 8 miles back.. it also seemed to say the route round was something a little more than 17 miles… suggesting all the way around was little more in the way of distance than going on… the map with its circle around the lake did not appear to back this notion up, nor did any level of looking around provide a strong support for this premise.
It was not 16:00 yet and logic suggested getting around what seemed like, something in the range of being more than 11 miles but probably not more than 16 miles, should not present a problem. The bike needed returning by 17:30 and the place closes at 18:00, so thats a firmer sort of deadline. This was quite a bit of time and a speed in excess of 8mph really seemed like theyought to remain within the bounds of distinct possibility.
The weather continued to be warmer than it was sunny but beyond this – it was dry. At a couple of points the path moved away from the lakeside and took to out of the no where gradients, it went up the extended hills of its banks and effort was required. The fried egg and cheese, double decker sandwich of lunchen fame seemed to be contributing to a stomach based unease with such efforts. The stomach in these unfit times, it tends to lead the case for the Plaintiff. This passed of well enough for the most part, no misadventures with revisiting came to pass or ever got to threatening to.
Time, as it always seems to, it past unevenly with much of the progress seeming to be made with little of the initial time passing, then not, then time got to passing while the distance travelled seemed pointedly diminished. The track joined road for a bit, but only for a brief bit, then re-found itself with its own track. The signage was there at all junction and points where an option might exist and the route easily stuck too.
Its a pleasant spot, a well made and maintained route and i was back by 17:10, in more than good time for the cycles return without repercussions or issues.
What are you trying to tell us – is it timmy is in the well and needs help?
[He once caught a fish, it was this long – but if he’s honest .. ]
Oh im sorry – you’re not a goalkeeper and you really want to be free to start those initial modules of that AAC accounting course you’ve been denied since arriving in the UK.. its only fair and right. Sometimes everyone can be a winner.
* Rutland Water Has Bikes To Hire and Pathways To Cycle Them On With Little Hinderance
* Getting around takes about 2 hours – better to have longer/awaken earlier, more looking about, appreciation and refreshment break time
* Rutland Water Is Nice Enough As A Place To Visit
* Try To Avoid Playing Confused & Lost Want To Be Accountants In Goal For Relatively Important / Showcase Football Fixtures, Regardless Of Their Nationality &/or Wardrobe