Joe Karbo wrecked my life. You may consider that a startling start to one of my missives which are generally positive and jolly (I hope) and frequent readers may say “hold on, don’t you refer to spivs, fraudsters and criminals Jim Akin (of Swainston Hall, The Wynd, TS22 5QE in case of misunderstanding in case of namesake Jim Akin’s) and his verminous brother John Akin, both of Kalmindon Ltd?” And I do not actually, the mark that couple left on my life was a bitter inconvenience. No, if I hadn’t found Joe Karbo as a nave youth of about 18, I probably would not have entered the beam of the Brothers Grim and I’d still have the three grand they trickedswindled out of me. Mind you, then I probably wouldn’t have come across and learned SEO which I adore, but hey ho.
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I am in a difficult position. I have to have a job very quickly. I have things in hand which will, I am positive, be fruitful in the medium term with doing affiliate marketing and the SEO which promotes the fishing website which I am operating. No, this is not the issue. What is, is the meantime which is roughly, by my calculations, now. My own resources have dwindled into the red levels and this is why I require a job.
Subsequent to a very welcome holiday, we are back from Fuerteventura. We had a wonderful time, loads of sun, sea, swimming, excellent food and drinks and in my case, I managed to get in some angling for a day too. Nearly an ideal break.
There has been progress. I have scrutinized my bait and tackle and in many cases it is found a bit wanting. For instance, most of the hooks have barbs which, though very useful are now not allowed, it isn’t in such bad order as I was dreading. I fact as a bonus, I thought my umbrella was old and ruined, but it seems that I must have got a new one as the one I discovered in the carrier appears as if it had never been used.
Sport takes many shapes from the usual to the totally odd, but what links all those involved, either as participants or spectators, is the element of fate and how they try to move the fortune into their quarter. Golfers might have a pair of lucky boots, a cricketer a lucky box (presumably one that hasn’t been required to fulfil its job) as he gets ready to go out to bat. For the footie fan, it could be having a drink at an allotted moment, at the same pub with the same mates and heading out at the same time every week to go to the ground.
It’s about five weeks to go until we go off on holiday – off to Fuerteventura in the Canary Islands for a holiday to celebrate the completion of the present Mrs Izzard’s cancer treatment. Last year was a long and bad one for us with longer than wanted unemployment, the death of my nan and then Deb was diagnosed with breast caner after discovering a small lump. However, it’s all done now apart from being treated with Herceptin for the remainder of this year, so we ware all booked up and I have been investigating the fishing magazines.
Can you hark back to when the internet was basically made to be amusing? Oh I know that it was made in the 60′s to be a network for university and military traffic, but when it widened and became accessible for anyone in the 1990′s the early uses for it were mostly all about entertainment. Naturally we needed plenty of IT support then as it was difficult, even though it was fairly primitive.
When I was a youth, buying updated fishing tackle wasn’t easily done. I grew up in a Surrey village, and the high street did not run to a shop specialising in fishing supplies. There was a small department store which had a little sports section which had a tray containing a small selection of floats, ledgers and the occasional rod and reel, but that was about it. There was nowhere to get live bait from, and my mother drew a very hard line at trying to grow my own maggots and my dad was not keen on the garden being excavated in a hunt for worms.
The good news this morning is that my bed doesn’t hate me. I am not certain about the cause of the shoulder soreness still, but the situation with my neck is Cricket Ache caused by falling asleep in front of the telly whilst watching the Ashes and not being able to keep some wakefulness. At least I managed to see the conclusion of the match. It won’t be repeated, I am very much a Test match fan and will not be bothering to remain up for the limited over games. Besides, this is a Friday, in subsequent weeks I’ll be aiming to get an early start at work so that I can slope off in after lunch to go angling.
Now that the main angling season is at an end for another year, life becomes to be a little boring. What we have to discover for now of course is some other diversion for our leisure time, which could of course include the family as well. Days out, shopping adventures and taking the kids to the playground must all be featuring prominently, particularly since the conditions looks to be promising a superb spring this year which means that as the trees and plants start to come back to life, this is an opportune moment to be getting out into the countryside to walk across the fields, hills and woods.