More Content to Come

 So you can call this the real 145,000 post if you want...

I feel more motivated than ever to create more original content now... and I know I have many great readers who support me... 

I never really thought I would have someone who was one of the top chessplayers in the world read me and link my blog... or someone who'd managed two billion dollars in shares...

I never thought I would reach tiny little islands in the ocean.

But I have...

And even though... I don't exactly feel young I know I am not old for a writer. Bernard Cornwell is producing some of his best writing into his seventies... I never thought I would talk to him either...

Warren Buffet made the vast majority of his wealth after fifty years old...

So I promise you more content is on the way... the UK as a nation has it hard over the past year... but whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. As a nation we have overcome far greater hardships than a virus.

Here's to the future... and with your support my best is yet to come...

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Global Reach- 3 Months

 

United States	1,921
Russia	392
United Kingdom	260
Sweden	140
Germany	114
Latvia	42
United Arab Emirates	41
South Korea	27
Thailand	27
Other	766

United States

1.92K

Russia

392

United Kingdom

260

Sweden

140

Germany

114

Latvia

42

United Arab Emirates

41

South Korea

27

Thailand

27

Other

766

Blowin` In The Wind

 Blowin` In The Wind

Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, ...

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes, and how many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
And how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
And how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Global Reach- 3 Months

 

United States

2.29K

Russia

778

United Kingdom

259

Germany

108

United Arab Emirates

41

South Korea

27

Thailand

27

Brazil

26

Indonesia

20

Other

763

Snowflakes

 Snowflakes

Just Jack

I move in your mental stream in complex dances and jigs,
I loosen up your consciousness like a syrup of figs,
Its time to emerge from camouflage, leaves and twigs,
Time to throw away the fake noses and fright wigs,

Time to face the music, no more metaphor,
Time to decide your fate, will you be cooked or go raw?
Will you be rare and bloody with your soul exposed?
Or well done, a charcoal surface with your insides froze?

And do you feel fear as you hear another door close?
Or will you just turn away and flow where the wind blows?
And are you still satisfied with the pathways you chose?
Or would you like to go back and rewrite the old prose?

Do you count the flakes when it snows
And can you feel the heat or only the afterglows?
Do you count the flakes when it snows, yeah?
And do you count the leaves when they fall and can you feel anything at all?
Do you count the leaves when they fall, yeah?

And does your life sometimes feel like one big fake orgasm?
A gut reaction, instinctive spasm in the chasm
And do your problems metamorphose into Rubik's Cubes?
Keep twisting and turning but can't be more confused
And do you sometimes feel like you've been used and abused?
You're not visibly black and blue but on the inside bruised
And does your love life leave you feeling kinda bemused?
You played all the games and you're no longer amused, ha ha

Do you count the flakes when it snows
And can you feel the heat or only the afterglows?
Do you count the flakes when it snows, yeah?
And do you count the leaves when they fall and can you feel anything at all?
Do you count the leaves when they fall, yeah?

Sometimes it feels like I'm looking though a pane of glass
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words

Sometimes it feels like I'm looking though a pane of glass
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words

Sometimes it feels like I'm looking though a pane of glass
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words

Mr Writer

 Mr Writer

Stereophonics

You line them up
Look at your shoes
You hang names on your wall
Then you shoot them all

You fly around in planes
That bring you down
To meet me who loves you, like
Me crashing to the ground

Are you so lonely?
You don't even know me
But you'd like to stone me

Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home

I used to treat you right
Give you my time
But when I'd turn my back on you
Then you do what you do

You've just enough, in my own view
Education to perform
I'd like to shoot you all
And then you go home
With you on your own
What do you really know?

Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home

And then you go home
With you on your own

What do you even know?
Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home
Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is?
Why don't you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home
Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is?
Why don't you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home