As the New Year approaches and the rain cascades down on Basingstoke once again, I find myself in the unique position of spending the evening at home with my youngest son as the elder one gets pissed somewhere in Kempshott; it appears that the baton of partying and wholesale enjoyment has been well and truly passed over to the younger, fitter and better looking man. Not that I am bitter at the passing of youth of course.
2012 has been a funny ...
Well, that’s Christmas done with and from a personal view it was one that was rather blighted by spiteful colds to me and those in my direct company. Annoyingly, a heavy cold in late December is now as traditional for me as the celebration of the birth of the big man himself.
It didn't stop the fun and games on a wholesale basis however and on Christmas day I cleared my nose and mustered the enthusiasm to drive to North London, a somewhat ...
As a modern wannabee middle class housing estate on the outskirts of Basingstoke, Hatch Warren sometimes feels like it has little appeal. However, as the rain once again cascades across this green and tarmacked land, living over six hundred feet above sea level and looking down on the rest of Hampshire all of a sudden seems more appealing than it once did. Because this area is essentially houses and a retail park it really doesn't feel like it ...
I have been doing quite a lot of work for one particular client this year, assisting them with not only their recruitment process but also with sales, marketing and sending apology letters to clients who have just paid £1.19 to receive a Christmas card. It has been an enjoyable six months, as the thrill of working somewhere that isn't my kitchen table, is one that only a person who has ran their own business for fifteen years can experience.
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Sometimes I worry myself irrationally that my grandchildren will live in a world where an evenings entertainment for them consists of eating as much limp salad as they want in a Harvester restaurant as they sip John Smiths extra smooth bitter whilst some music created by the devil sperm of Simon Cowell plays in the background. It is a world that would almost certainly send me for a walk in the forest with a revolver.
Then, just as I am ...