November 12, 2005
“where’s my double Vodka I ordered?” - “Sorry sir, it seems your duck escaped out to sea”
Because living on your own means being allowed to walk around butt naked, never locking the bathroom door, cooking in your pants and always finding things were you left them - I’m going house hunting today.
Apparently some pension tax related gubbins comes into effect in March next year that means folk can include property they rent in their personal pension - therefore house prices are set to rise despite being in some what of a buyers market at the moment.
I don’t really know too much about things like these - pensions, investments, stocks, shares, houses, renting, tax relief etc etc - they should teach it in school - but I do know plenty of folk who do that I trust - so I stick to my moral of if ”you don’t know much about it ask someone that does and watch what they do”.
This is the principle behind how I eventually want to end up owning a bar by the lake in Malawi - I’ll invest/help out/drink in a bar run by a very good friend out there and then pick up what I need to know to hook a place of my own.
Early ideas include a bamboo waterway running the circumference of the bar - tables nearby will be allocated numbered rubber ducks who will have clipper beaks - inside these clipper beaks patrons may place their scribbled drinks and food orders - then the duck is placed in the water way and will merrily float its way to the barman who shall then bring across their order and bring their tables duck back.
Ducks have to negotiate obstacles like water falls, whirlpools, rocks and the bar cat called “Bo” who shall try to foil their journey out of spite and mean spirited playful interest. Ducks will have one chance to escape should fate dictate your order was never supposed to be - one channel will allow them to escape out into the blue yonder of lake Nyasa.
Apparently some pension tax related gubbins comes into effect in March next year that means folk can include property they rent in their personal pension - therefore house prices are set to rise despite being in some what of a buyers market at the moment.
I don’t really know too much about things like these - pensions, investments, stocks, shares, houses, renting, tax relief etc etc - they should teach it in school - but I do know plenty of folk who do that I trust - so I stick to my moral of if ”you don’t know much about it ask someone that does and watch what they do”.
This is the principle behind how I eventually want to end up owning a bar by the lake in Malawi - I’ll invest/help out/drink in a bar run by a very good friend out there and then pick up what I need to know to hook a place of my own.
Early ideas include a bamboo waterway running the circumference of the bar - tables nearby will be allocated numbered rubber ducks who will have clipper beaks - inside these clipper beaks patrons may place their scribbled drinks and food orders - then the duck is placed in the water way and will merrily float its way to the barman who shall then bring across their order and bring their tables duck back.
Ducks have to negotiate obstacles like water falls, whirlpools, rocks and the bar cat called “Bo” who shall try to foil their journey out of spite and mean spirited playful interest. Ducks will have one chance to escape should fate dictate your order was never supposed to be - one channel will allow them to escape out into the blue yonder of lake Nyasa.
Hopefully the ducks make it though, meaning folk will never have to get up for anything and can loaf the day away in hammocks watching the sunset.
Sure I could hire a waitress or two - but then we’d just be like every other bar in the world.
Blogger family please advise me on what else you want to see featured apart from a rubber duck ordering system.
I am quite serious.
Spo | November 12, 2005
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