well its finally happening.
The sale of our house, I cant belive that we`re doing this but the house is on the market. Its not that we want to its that we have to debtors are clammering at the doors, the mortgage company is most upset and we`re off to court on 1st February, that`ll be fun, every body wants a piece of the only good bit of our finances. Twenty years I`ve fought for this house TWENTY YEARS,... long time. Now it comes to this we`ll be off to rented accomadation, probebly in Bewsey Oh God not Bewsey.
If we have to move why oh why do we stay around Warrington, if there is one place I really don`t want to be its Warrington. I know the reasons and they are all very valid and sensible but GOD I wish we didnt have to stay.
Since I wrote the above we`ve been to court and we`ve, suppose to have sold the house. Perhaps the better half is right and we will get a new start but I find the whole thing VERY Very Very depressing and can`t help but be SURE we will live to regret this. As an afterthought I bet you think, hang on they`re on the dole surely they`ll pay the mortgage. No it does`nt work that way any more. We asked them to pay the interest only....we`ll think about it. We asked them for a loan of £800 to clear the arrears....No, but we will lend you £800 to help get you rented accommedation. ( work that out if you can). Here we are just over a week after the court case and still no further forward, the Mortgage company now send us a letter saying " you`ve got 28 days or we`re coming to get you " entrance stage left an intense ball of blue fire...Les... direct quote " you f##**ng b**t###ds what the f### do you think your doing we`ve got 56 days not 28 you crowd of useless deaf, stupid,uninterested, pillocks" needless to say they eventually agreed. Now we`ve got 45.
Keep a weather eye out dear reader, lock your doors and windows, move, dont leave a forwarding address, warn the neighbours.............
We may be coming to stay and believe me we`ve got some furniture.
Monday, 11 February 2013
Well We`re still Here .......just
Well dear reader since we last left this dynamic, intrepid , that should read stupid, duo lots of interesting things have happened. Now I know that you`ll be thinking oh god what have they done now but no nothing that interesting we finally opened a shop, a shop you say well thats wonderful. No its not, its as usual a f#*king disaster the usual problems,lousy stupid customers, thieves, time wasters etc.
The whole point of the shop was to make a little money and we, or should I say I because it was MY choice,thought that it would. Yes I know what you are thinking, make money ? you two? dont be stupid.
The shop closed 8th October 2012 after being open for 18 months. A combination of no customers, over the top business rates, huge rent and even bigger service charge have seen us off. we are left with DEBTS in a BIG way, no really, in a massive way. so once again we go to sign on, don`t you just get sick of the merry go round, back to talking to twelve year olds, trying to make them understand that no one but no one wants a 56 year old man in a position that a Polish guy or 16 year old will do for washers.
The whole point is..............????
Sunday, 13 March 2011
The Troubles of wanting to be rich
Well finally we went to see a rental property, one we`ve been waiting to see for about a year, one we or at least I thought "this will be the one"
Was it worth it, was it the shining epitamy of the pinnicle of properties?................ NO it was a , well lets be honest, a bit of a dump.
It only needs, new hard wood floors, after removing the old rotten damp plaster new plastering, painting, new windows, original wood work stripping and varnishing etc etc etc.
So what did we do? sensibly we left it, but, theres ALWAYS a but, now i`ve had a little chance to think about it.....
How much of the work could I do?, How much would it cost realistically?, would it be worth it? Would it be worth getting a survey done? all very good questions mostly without answers.
Perhaps the 1st thing to do is a business plan costing out, as best as possible, just how much it would cost and explaining where any profits, if any, would come from.
Going to go and think about it more
Don`t worry I`ll keep you posted
Was it worth it, was it the shining epitamy of the pinnicle of properties?................ NO it was a , well lets be honest, a bit of a dump.
It only needs, new hard wood floors, after removing the old rotten damp plaster new plastering, painting, new windows, original wood work stripping and varnishing etc etc etc.
So what did we do? sensibly we left it, but, theres ALWAYS a but, now i`ve had a little chance to think about it.....
How much of the work could I do?, How much would it cost realistically?, would it be worth it? Would it be worth getting a survey done? all very good questions mostly without answers.
Perhaps the 1st thing to do is a business plan costing out, as best as possible, just how much it would cost and explaining where any profits, if any, would come from.
Going to go and think about it more
Don`t worry I`ll keep you posted
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Stories From The Past
The other day some one suggested that each item we have in the antiques centre should have a story behind it, a history, real or fake who cares as long as it trys to be entertaining so ...
One of the women who display at this place brought in a pith helmet from the second Boer war (late 19c early 20c) the helmet was grimy, a little torn and had seen better days but considering it was over 100 years old not in bad nick. It had been originally owned by Private Lloyd Jones ( it said so inside the brim) who had been captured by the Boers during a small skirmish with a commando a month or two before the final surrender by President Kruger. Jones along with five other soldiers, all of various ranks, was taken to Johannesburg for trial, he was classed as a spy due to his lack of uniform (exactly where his uniform had gone is open to question as Private Lloyd gay boy Jones never revealed the answer.) So the trial began our hero ( Lloyd Jones) bravely refused to answer questions only revealing his name rank and serial number despite the threats of torture, he was beaten on many occasions and finally having been found guilty was executed by firing squad early on the morning of January 2nd 1901 along with 4 others and buried in unconsecrated ground outside a pig farm. He may have been offered leniency but his decision to only address the judge and court as either "dearie" or " you rotten bastard Boer" may have influenced matters.
The helmet was finally returned to his wife (despite the nick name) and was kept in pride of place by his widow and only son David whom he had never seen. After the death of his mother young David also kept the helmet in a place of honour but, having never married, upon his death late in the 20th century the helmet was passed from hand to hand, from cousin to 2nd cousin ending up eventually in a car boot sale and finally being purchased for £5 and displayed as an antique with no history or past.
One of the women who display at this place brought in a pith helmet from the second Boer war (late 19c early 20c) the helmet was grimy, a little torn and had seen better days but considering it was over 100 years old not in bad nick. It had been originally owned by Private Lloyd Jones ( it said so inside the brim) who had been captured by the Boers during a small skirmish with a commando a month or two before the final surrender by President Kruger. Jones along with five other soldiers, all of various ranks, was taken to Johannesburg for trial, he was classed as a spy due to his lack of uniform (exactly where his uniform had gone is open to question as Private Lloyd gay boy Jones never revealed the answer.) So the trial began our hero ( Lloyd Jones) bravely refused to answer questions only revealing his name rank and serial number despite the threats of torture, he was beaten on many occasions and finally having been found guilty was executed by firing squad early on the morning of January 2nd 1901 along with 4 others and buried in unconsecrated ground outside a pig farm. He may have been offered leniency but his decision to only address the judge and court as either "dearie" or " you rotten bastard Boer" may have influenced matters.
The helmet was finally returned to his wife (despite the nick name) and was kept in pride of place by his widow and only son David whom he had never seen. After the death of his mother young David also kept the helmet in a place of honour but, having never married, upon his death late in the 20th century the helmet was passed from hand to hand, from cousin to 2nd cousin ending up eventually in a car boot sale and finally being purchased for £5 and displayed as an antique with no history or past.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
The Rotten Bastards
Well gentle listeners its been one of those days,
yet again I may add,
one of those days you feel that you`re just beginning to keep your head above water, just thinking "hey perhaps I CAN make it, it wasnt such a bad idea" when some rotten, sniveling, thieving, illigitmate, son of a bitch comes along and , no doubt smirking to himself, put his hands around your neck and pulls you down in the murky depths of his shit hole.
Up untill this morning I seemed to be doing ok, not good you understand but ok, making a little money and feeling reasonably happy with the world. When some evil little sod, no doubt with more muscles than either brains or integrity, steals a beautiful brooch from the cabinet in my unit £135.00 ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE POUNDS it was worth, the whole of this weeks profit wiped out in one single thoughtless action by someone with the morals of a cockroach.
Well I hope it chokes the bastard, I hope someone steals it from him along with every thing hes got and leaves him bleeding in a dark rat infested alley, crawling with his slimey relatives, amongst rubbish, shit, and used condoms
Its not often I feel this way but for gods sake what makes him or her, come to that, think they have the right to steal from me.
I don`t really want him to be found bleeding in a back alley, i`m not like that
I don`t want him FOUND at all BASTARD
As my Granny would say "I`m so annoyed I could Spit"
yet again I may add,
one of those days you feel that you`re just beginning to keep your head above water, just thinking "hey perhaps I CAN make it, it wasnt such a bad idea" when some rotten, sniveling, thieving, illigitmate, son of a bitch comes along and , no doubt smirking to himself, put his hands around your neck and pulls you down in the murky depths of his shit hole.
Up untill this morning I seemed to be doing ok, not good you understand but ok, making a little money and feeling reasonably happy with the world. When some evil little sod, no doubt with more muscles than either brains or integrity, steals a beautiful brooch from the cabinet in my unit £135.00 ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE POUNDS it was worth, the whole of this weeks profit wiped out in one single thoughtless action by someone with the morals of a cockroach.
Well I hope it chokes the bastard, I hope someone steals it from him along with every thing hes got and leaves him bleeding in a dark rat infested alley, crawling with his slimey relatives, amongst rubbish, shit, and used condoms
Its not often I feel this way but for gods sake what makes him or her, come to that, think they have the right to steal from me.
I don`t really want him to be found bleeding in a back alley, i`m not like that
I don`t want him FOUND at all BASTARD
As my Granny would say "I`m so annoyed I could Spit"
Friday, 4 February 2011
Time Passes............but only slowly
Well hello ....long time no see as they say
Thing are progressing s l o w l y as usual, I'm trying to rent premises again but the agent is, to put it mildly, dragging his feet, you'd think they were going to give us money not the other way around, always away from his desk, or on holiday. The whole business is stupid I'm having to spend money to survive when it should be being used to help create the Empire, I tell you when I rule the world it will be a whole different place, storm troopers, CCTV cameras every where,mass executions of business rivals, perhaps I can compose an anthem for the cringing populace to march to........ you know the sort of thing. ( I`m beginning to think I may need a lie down in a nice quiet room with a nice bed they can strap me to)
When the Empire finally gets going I believe it will be a success we`ll have loads of money, Please God, and I`m going to be one of those dodgy dealers with a finger in every pie and a large roll of cash in his back pocket always ready for the next deal, a sort of David Dickinson with a conscience. Who am I kidding I have`nt got a conscience and don't want one either thanks very much. I`m sick to death of being ripped off by everyone, every body want a piece of me perhaps I`m being a little on the paranoid side but thats the way life makes me feel, I even wonder at nice pleasant old men and women whether or not their smiles are hiding yet another devious way of taking my money.
In a perfect world, he said wistfully, I`d like to do this new business alone, just the two of us cause we`re good together, but it really looks like we need a partner, one with a little money who`ll keep his/her mouth shut and just let us get on with it but thats not going to happen so all we can do is to make the best of it with the little money we`ve got and keep the Empire building for another day...............
Then again................................
Thing are progressing s l o w l y as usual, I'm trying to rent premises again but the agent is, to put it mildly, dragging his feet, you'd think they were going to give us money not the other way around, always away from his desk, or on holiday. The whole business is stupid I'm having to spend money to survive when it should be being used to help create the Empire, I tell you when I rule the world it will be a whole different place, storm troopers, CCTV cameras every where,mass executions of business rivals, perhaps I can compose an anthem for the cringing populace to march to........ you know the sort of thing. ( I`m beginning to think I may need a lie down in a nice quiet room with a nice bed they can strap me to)
When the Empire finally gets going I believe it will be a success we`ll have loads of money, Please God, and I`m going to be one of those dodgy dealers with a finger in every pie and a large roll of cash in his back pocket always ready for the next deal, a sort of David Dickinson with a conscience. Who am I kidding I have`nt got a conscience and don't want one either thanks very much. I`m sick to death of being ripped off by everyone, every body want a piece of me perhaps I`m being a little on the paranoid side but thats the way life makes me feel, I even wonder at nice pleasant old men and women whether or not their smiles are hiding yet another devious way of taking my money.
In a perfect world, he said wistfully, I`d like to do this new business alone, just the two of us cause we`re good together, but it really looks like we need a partner, one with a little money who`ll keep his/her mouth shut and just let us get on with it but thats not going to happen so all we can do is to make the best of it with the little money we`ve got and keep the Empire building for another day...............
Then again................................
Tuesday, 14 September 2010
Still Here...through no fault of my own
Well Hello every one..Hows tricks?
I suppose that you now think, well every thing must be ok... hes not been on this for ages, hes got a job.
Well no I havent Im "working" for my self or should i say we`re working for our selves as the wife does do her share.
We`re buying and selling antiques.........well we`re buying them, selling them is a completely different subject.
In fact weve just come back from a short holiday in scotland.nice place but god they know how to charge you.
As regards life, well its been worse, i cant complain, well i can and no doubt will at some point after i stop driveling on.
we`re trying to get a little help through the tax credit people. a month ago i applied for the help, still i sit and await a missive from the great and the good, they will write back ,i know they will i trust them... I do really, but bloody hell WHEN.
As usual EVERYBODY is trying to rip us off, advertisers, auctioneers, customers, other dealers.......everyone wants a piece of you when you try to make a living honestly.
What is going to happen when the VAT goes up in January i really dont know. one little thing i do realise is that the price of things wont just go up by 2 1/2% it will go through the roof and everybody will be whinging on as they dont know enough to expect it
I really have to stop this rambling on jumping from subject to subject.but it does help me vent some spleen.
I get really sick of everybody going on...... we all know what sort of condition the country is in and we all know who going to pay for it...us. why on earth the TUC should suggest srike action and even civil disobience i do not know. surely that would only make thing worse, or are they just spouting labour retoric.......wonder what they`d be saying if labour had won the last election.......labour are ignoring thier grass roots, bring back old labour, who knows
I suppose that you now think, well every thing must be ok... hes not been on this for ages, hes got a job.
Well no I havent Im "working" for my self or should i say we`re working for our selves as the wife does do her share.
We`re buying and selling antiques.........well we`re buying them, selling them is a completely different subject.
In fact weve just come back from a short holiday in scotland.nice place but god they know how to charge you.
As regards life, well its been worse, i cant complain, well i can and no doubt will at some point after i stop driveling on.
we`re trying to get a little help through the tax credit people. a month ago i applied for the help, still i sit and await a missive from the great and the good, they will write back ,i know they will i trust them... I do really, but bloody hell WHEN.
As usual EVERYBODY is trying to rip us off, advertisers, auctioneers, customers, other dealers.......everyone wants a piece of you when you try to make a living honestly.
What is going to happen when the VAT goes up in January i really dont know. one little thing i do realise is that the price of things wont just go up by 2 1/2% it will go through the roof and everybody will be whinging on as they dont know enough to expect it
I really have to stop this rambling on jumping from subject to subject.but it does help me vent some spleen.
I get really sick of everybody going on...... we all know what sort of condition the country is in and we all know who going to pay for it...us. why on earth the TUC should suggest srike action and even civil disobience i do not know. surely that would only make thing worse, or are they just spouting labour retoric.......wonder what they`d be saying if labour had won the last election.......labour are ignoring thier grass roots, bring back old labour, who knows
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