Stuck down a hole on your own in the middle of the night! Uruguay match is happening on Thursday. Who knows by this time next year your investments in gold and bonds may look very sensible. A full year of Brexit and Trump which, in the minds of many economists and intelligentsia, should have trashed the Western economy, and what do the markets do? It sounded like a train. Instead, I waited until around 2220, scrabbling around in the dark beside the railings surrounding the beer festival venue with the clock ticking away to main train departure at 2243. It was a pretty frightening experience.
There are the midweek freebie beers. Stuck down a hole with an owl in the middle of the night! Sometimes I feel I should be a lot more irrational, convert everything into cash and stuff it under a digital mattress. I took a 3-car Class 170 train at 1915 from Newmarket yet the last service of the evening was provided by a single car Class 156. No surprise this hand-wringing bilge was sent to the Grauniad. Subject: Message to National Express Yesterday evening I took the train from Newmarket to Cambridge with my bicycle and planned to return on the last train back, departing at 2243. As stated on our website, we are only able to carry four bicycles on these services at one time and spaces are allocated on a first come, first served basis.
Stuck in a hole in the fog? I had a letter today from Cambridge City Council. I was told that the train had its full complement of 4 bicycles. Surely by now she knows how hot that plate warmer can get? Put your knickers on and make me a cup of tea! At the end of the episode, we see them again, and it is obvious the Cheezy Peaz has done something to them, because one of them is crying, one keeps rushing out of the room to vomit, and another is doubled over puking in full view. These days, almost the majority of my investments sit in dividend paying international funds such as the and the. With my surname being Hart, it comes as no great surprise, that when the names are linked together and shortened somewhat-Alf Hart said quickly in a Yorkshire accent, co Unlucky Alf by Dene Lindley. I fully understood that the driver did not want his exit impeded but it would have been perfectly possible for them to have been stowed at the other end. Small boys in the park, jumpers for goalposts.
I still don't know the score. We must hope such worrying travesties of natural justice do not deter people of conscience from speaking up in these difficult times. The barman gets the flicker out and changes channels. So, as I say, in the face of this imminent financial catastrophe that, in my head, is coming, I have to laugh. I am suggesting there are ways to modify your policies to improve the service to your paying customers and maintain a safe level of service.
There is no football, just talking heads. Always the same simile, too: Swiss Toni: Going to the brink of death and back, in a nine-car pile-up on a dual carriageway, is very much like making love to a beautiful woman. One of the things that surprised me when I reviewed my allocations was that 15% of my portfolio is in an fund, which I started back in mid 2015. Instead, we get some pathetic bleating from deep inside an ivory tower, dressed up as solidarity for a pathetic criminal. .
The fucking wife shouted out the fucking window, What the fucks going on? Another irritation from the year is the investing equivalent of penis envy. After the narrator has echoed her a few times, they accidentally talk over each other and get into an argument where he starts insulting her. He is all alone, and his attempts to find company are disasterous. It was certainly cunning of Mrs Alf to get No. The lesson I took from the Ian Cowie article was that I think he freely admitted that his impressive investment return was roughly equivalent to the performance of a global index of shares. Or perhaps they mean that with a £150bn public spending deficit their cherished empires should be immune from savings? The shame, I even ended up drinking Bud Lite. Nothing ever goes right for Northern pensioner Alf.
We get to 5pm and we still have things to cover. I do not know know the score. Wahey, there is at least one who wants to watch the footie. There is no chance of an early finish. No common sense at times. Four of us go to dinner. One sketch implies that he really is a kleptomaniac - his friend asks him to watch his stall for him, and, despite Chris telling him repeatedly that their friendship won't stop him stealing his stuff, he leaves Chris their unattended.
In the background, Lyndsay is doubling over, and the sound of him retching can be heard. One colleague, my fellow footie enthusiast, has not returned from his mall run. This does not look promising. Go and put it in the airing cupboard to dry out slowly. As it is, I now have to make an unnecessary journey to collect my bike from Cambridge station. Seen through the eyes of an innocent yet street-wise child, the journey is full of mishaps and mayhem, but shows a child's viewpoint of life as it evolves'even when the odds are stacked against you. That knocks my performance — restricted by conservative pitches into gold and bloody bonds — into a cocked hat.
Then there is a clip of Suarez, diving to the ground celebrating a goal. I do appreciate your frustration at having to leave your bicycle at Cambridge station, although I'm afraid I can only state that you were correctly advised that you could not board the train with your bicycle in this instance. To himself You're losing it, Toni. With respect to the use of a smaller train for the 22:43 service that evening, we aim to provide a suitable number of carriages for each journey and I am sorry that you felt this was not the case in this instance. But like you, Ian Cowie has drawn my attention to the fun the overseas types are having 22-24% and then he stirs the pot by revealing that he himself has managed, in the privacy of his own home, an even better performance. Lots of regular characters, and lots of regular catchphrases. Sure enough, Chris steals his money, but he doesn't look happy as he does so.
There was nothing for it but to hold the light in position and pedal furiously to the station. Every conversation he butts into he will ultimately turn into a lecture about Frank Sinatra. Which illicted this rant from : I'd have sent the little tvrd dahn for a ten stretch. I could have made a better % return over the year but I am not 100% equity, so happy to take that balance between risk and reward. How much of a loss can you handle? Love your blog by the way.