Greetings all
I have been pestered which may sound unkind to write a book, as if anyone would read it !
So I haven’t. But I have done a bit and seen a lot more so when the jockeying for the bed by the window gets nearer I may have something that I wrote to help remember it was not too bad a journey really.
Why two bob. Easy. My Fathet reckoned I would not amount to anything, not worth two bob, I fondly recall. So with aspirations of that magnitude how could I fail?
The family sure helped because when the estate got “fairly” divided I just happened to be in the toilet at the time. So I seldom visit my fathers sons in their splendid halls. Sort of afraid that they will ask if they can borrow two bob, like they need it !
That topic will not be mentioned again.
So I have done some work. Managed to retain some of what I made between friends clients the Governments agents who combined turned out rather badly.
My misadventures with financiers cheats thieves and liars abound.
Now that is a book but I would have to take Julian Lasange’s place in an embassy to avoid the wrath of revenge seeking crooks, a bit like Lasange really.
So in a nutshell in order to avoid suicidal thoughts I walked out of the office one day and flew along with my bike to Santiago.
And I assumed that would put me off forever.
Wrong I became enthralled with the experience of seeing the world through a visor.
So this blog will trace my travels and by the time I get to my next destination I hope I will have at least provided a background to the Two Bob Tourist.
Secretly it should have been called the Two Wheel Tourist but that would have disappointed many good folk that provide their own source of power. And other considerations.
But I do have a Two Bob coin, minted in the year of my birth and worth a lot more than the two bob my father expected me to fall short of.
I bought it in Hastings in England near where the French gave the English a lesson in warfare. Half a day. Not worth much either.
So I plan to return to the Land so often pillaged by the French the Romans, the Vikings, and lots lots more either as armies or privateers, and then journey North to where the English took their revenge on their independent neighbours the Scots and dispossessed so many that they ended up in New Zealand on the back of a “treaty” with the locals that like all good entrepreneurial stories now the profits have been ripped out the hapless buyers of the dream are left to deal with the locals that are crying foul.
What an astonidhing surprise !
So I hope that the person that stumbles over my little literary effort will be rewarded with at least some worthwhile observations, some humour, and a desire to say no matter what your circumstances that there is a challenge worthy of a good effort that you will take to with delight and fun while you wait to join me in saying “oh Nurse can you move the bed nearer the window” !
TBT
So I haven’t. But I have done a bit and seen a lot more so when the jockeying for the bed by the window gets nearer I may have something that I wrote to help remember it was not too bad a journey really.
Why two bob. Easy. My Fathet reckoned I would not amount to anything, not worth two bob, I fondly recall. So with aspirations of that magnitude how could I fail?
The family sure helped because when the estate got “fairly” divided I just happened to be in the toilet at the time. So I seldom visit my fathers sons in their splendid halls. Sort of afraid that they will ask if they can borrow two bob, like they need it !
That topic will not be mentioned again.
So I have done some work. Managed to retain some of what I made between friends clients the Governments agents who combined turned out rather badly.
My misadventures with financiers cheats thieves and liars abound.
Now that is a book but I would have to take Julian Lasange’s place in an embassy to avoid the wrath of revenge seeking crooks, a bit like Lasange really.
So in a nutshell in order to avoid suicidal thoughts I walked out of the office one day and flew along with my bike to Santiago.
And I assumed that would put me off forever.
Wrong I became enthralled with the experience of seeing the world through a visor.
So this blog will trace my travels and by the time I get to my next destination I hope I will have at least provided a background to the Two Bob Tourist.
Secretly it should have been called the Two Wheel Tourist but that would have disappointed many good folk that provide their own source of power. And other considerations.
But I do have a Two Bob coin, minted in the year of my birth and worth a lot more than the two bob my father expected me to fall short of.
I bought it in Hastings in England near where the French gave the English a lesson in warfare. Half a day. Not worth much either.
So I plan to return to the Land so often pillaged by the French the Romans, the Vikings, and lots lots more either as armies or privateers, and then journey North to where the English took their revenge on their independent neighbours the Scots and dispossessed so many that they ended up in New Zealand on the back of a “treaty” with the locals that like all good entrepreneurial stories now the profits have been ripped out the hapless buyers of the dream are left to deal with the locals that are crying foul.
What an astonidhing surprise !
So I hope that the person that stumbles over my little literary effort will be rewarded with at least some worthwhile observations, some humour, and a desire to say no matter what your circumstances that there is a challenge worthy of a good effort that you will take to with delight and fun while you wait to join me in saying “oh Nurse can you move the bed nearer the window” !
TBT
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