Even though I have opened the brewery and the pub I didn't give up my day job (it's the only thing that pays the bills). Just another excuse not to go do those coaching courses!
What was your dream job Comm, did you join up to be a soldier or did you just want a way out of your home town?
I actually wanted to be either a butcher or a tree surgeon (which is why i was intrigued with rievers post) Left school and went on a painting and decorating course. Got suspended within 3 months for painting the college door handles for a laugh. Mate had just gone to Royal Marines Lympstone and came home on his first leave. By the time he went back i had already applied. Aged 17.
Hey Tel what is it you do for a job. You may have mentioned it already but I'm old and slow and probab missed it, haha
Class. So you wanted to chop down trees for a living... did you just fancy the blokes in checked shirts and their big arms?
Right now I do procurement on a freelance basis, my contact list is extensive and global so I use my resources well, I don't actually need to do a lot of work to make money which is another reason I made the thread. Few phone calls and emails could earn me in 3 days what used to take me 3 months. I also (because I'm a god when it comes to negotiating) source investment for companies abroad, one in particular mainly doing medical research... both rewarding in their own ways I guess. I also have an interest in another business, early days, waiting for a law to be changed, which hopefully will be before I die because it's a really good idea... (no not drug laws). I can make money, so there's no worries for me, I just don't enjoy work, in general, people annoy me far too easily... if you haven't already noticed
Everybody apart from me and Ghandi and I'm fairly sure that Ghandi is gonna show his true colours sooner or later.
Have you ever met anybody who is not a newborn baby, that you think is completely non-twat... I haven't, there's always a bit of twat, usually a lot more per person the further south you go. Everybody in Spain is a twat, and Italy... they're huge twats... apart from one old lady who made me home made fresh Capaletti Bolognaise on her farm, it was incredible, but I'm certain she looked at me funny on the way out, the old twat bitch.
I"d seen mom CHainsaws. Axes and Saws. What is wrang with that? I didnt want to kiss em or chain mesel to em ya lesiban greenpeace fruit.
Aye, it's what you do with the leaves and branches once you've cut them down that worries me. Bet you have a shrine of them in your living room, like the garden of eden.
I put them in small piles. Place a mag top over them and set the **** alite. Its not till the last dying embers i piss on it.