"Don't part with your dreams - when they are gone you may still exist but you will have ceased to live" - Mark Twain

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Monday, 24 September 2012

Maybe Tomorrow I'll Want to Settle Down (Down the road is where I'll always be)

What a weekend! With lots of ups & downs, happiness & sadness, laughs & tears and everything else in between.  It was the end of Simon Zutshi's Mastermind 10 on Saturday - and the journey people had come along in the last year was amazing. Whether it was financial or personal breakthroughs, everyone had changed for the better.

My 'unexpected' year in Birmingham had also come to an end, although that's where I had to be for then, it's not where I need to be next.  I'd known for a while and the timing just seemed right, now; to move on again.

From the pin Team who were now family to the Masterminders who were good friends, they will ALL be missed.  As in the Simpsons, dysfunctional or not, they're still the family and the friends that you love!

It's like when everyone leaves school, not knowing if they will see each other again - and nobody wants to go home that night, in case tomorrow everything is different (which it always will be).
Although everything finally has to come to an end, to create space for something new to be created...

Do you ever recall emptying your desk at work and remembering the good times? Or when you left home and turned the lights off and closed the door for the last time? You see the space you lived and breathed in for so long - and as you move those in-animate objects and things into boxes again, they bring back a flood of happy memories.  The meanings we give these items that link us to emotions that we had in the past and may have forgotten about momentarily. This is what we live for, the good times and the memories.  "People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will never forget how you made them feel." {Maya Angelou}

I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to everyone, which was partly intentional, as I don't like goodbyes. It almost always ends up with crying and hugging (and it's usually me).  Only for us to meet again in a few weeks anyway.  I'm never really gone, just moved elsewhere to my next calling.

What people really miss is the best about themselves that they see in the other person, which is what they already have inside them, they've just forgotten temporarily - and it's the same for me.  Just remember that you can always remember the good times, tell stories and just smile to yourself knowingly.

The weekend was wonderfully rounded off by Richard Wilkins who is not your average speaker. What I mean by 'not average' is that he is real and authentic.  He reminded people that it's OK for men to be sensitive, to be real and be themselves.  Reminding us that "To not be dead is your biggest Goal" - Richard Wilkins www.theministryofinspiration.com

It was worth waiting all year for him to finally appear and remind me, who I am - and that there is a long way to go from where I was and that actually "I'm there" (where I want to be) right now!

We stayed late on Saturday night for a meal, laughed and joked and shared stories.  Stories of who we really are. Telling the truth, being ourselves and knowing that no judgement is passed for the human-ness that we share.  The honesty, integrity and vulnerability I hope I've brought to every conversation and everyone I have met over the last year.  You all Freakin' Rock!

Can you remember one small thing for me? And I'll only tell you if you promise to always remember… Agreed!? Great, here goes...

Myself (and everyone else that you've ever known) - they've not really gone anywhere.  They are all here/there, thinking of you all the time and smiling with the happy memories. And if you really miss them, they are just waiting for you to call, email, facebook or send them a happy thought.

Now that you 'know' and have promised to remember forever, there's no reason to feel like they're missing - because they're not. It was just you temporarily 'missing' and now that you know this secret, you won't fall for that misleading thought again.

It was then a rainy Sunday and I knew it was time to grab the few things I had and hit the road again.

My friend London (aka The Littlest Hobo) explains it best when I can't find the words.  *woof*

Till we meet again.  Maybe tomorrow…


There's a voice that keeps on calling me
Down the road is where I'll always be

Every stop I make, I'll make a new friend
Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

Down this road, that never seems to end,
Where new adventure, lies just around the bend.

So if you want to join me for a while
Just grab your hat, come travel light - that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.

So if you want to join me for a while
Just grab your hat, come travel light - that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.


Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

There's a world, that's waiting to unfold,
A brand new tale, no one has ever told,

We've journey'd far but, you know it won't be long,
We're almost there and we've paid our fare, with the hobo song.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

So if you want to join me for a while
Just grab your hat, come travel light - that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll find what I call home
Until tomorrow, you know I'm free to roam.

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Take That to The Bank - Seniors Banking

Ever been frustrated or felt ripped off by your bank? Yep thought so.
Maybe this letter will make you feel better and give you some ideas next time you contact them... shortly before closing your account and banking with a Co-Operative Bank instead!


Dear Sir:

I am writing to thank you for bouncing my cheque with which I endeavoured to pay my plumber last month.

By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the cheque and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honour it..

I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years.

You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account £30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.

My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, --- when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.

From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person.

My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by cheque, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.

Be aware that it is an OFFENCE under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope.

Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete.

I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.

Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public figure, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.

In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me.

I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modelled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service.

As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Let me level the playing field even further.

When you call me, press buttons as follows:


#1. To make an appointment to see me

#2. To query a missing payment.

#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.

#4 To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.

#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.

#6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.

#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required.

Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.

#8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 to 9

#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry.

The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.

While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.

Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.

May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?

Your Humble Client

And remember:  Don't make old people mad. We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off.


Original Source: Peter Wear. "You Can Bank on My Account, Old Chap."  
[Queensland] Courier Mail. 7 January 1999   (p. 11)

Updated and revised on the internet to include modern banking and a new era of corporate ignorance and malpractice.