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^^^^^ + 300.

 

I ran out of money whilst in Bulgaria about 6 months ago but I'm still going and enjoying life. Good things come to good people. (I'm fucked then)

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It belonged to one of my Flickr contacts. He only wanted 500 for it before it even went on eBay.

Really? Tbh i did not have any money at all last month as was moving. Damn my timing. :(

 

Should really sort out the cars i have though.

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The more money you earn the more shite you buy and you just end up with the same at the end of the month. Zero.

 

American TV programs are totally obsessed with money. Most of the shite on discovery and the like is about buying something cheap by ripping someone off, then being a bit of a dick about it before doing it up and selling it for a profit. The program might be about art, property cars, delivering shite, finding shite in barns, knocking stuff down it's totally inconsequential as long as their's some false conflict and they make $$$$$$.

 

According to these programs the american dream seems to mean you need to be a dick and piss all over friends, strangers,random people you meet in the street until you make enough money then everyone will love you even though you're a massive twat.

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It is an American concept, that only money counts and nothing else. Having more money automatically makes you a better person there.

This concept unfortunately has taken hold in Europe as well, incrementally increasing over the past 25 years and now sadly pretty much the same level as in the USA has been reached over here.

For once, I'm glad that I'm as old as I am, since I have experienced times, when there were more values cherished, than money alone, and not everything's value was measured in some monetary amount.

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I think if you work hard and earn money then fair enough, spend it on what you want. These programs just seem to trot out the message that to make money and be successfull you have to be a massive tool (see also dragons den).

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Junklad and others - let me make it clear, I'm not "obsessed with money" I hate the fucking thing. However, I'm hopefully heading for something different in my life which will hopefully take me out of Britain for good, but it requires me to have a bit money behind me. I'd simply like to continue building my savings, that's all, but it seems that getting passed this £1k barrier is impossible. I might just stop paying for everything and anything.

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^^^^^^ I saved and lived like a hermit for a year and then sold everything I owned to be able to escape Britain. Genuinely, all the best to you.

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I think if you work hard and earn money then fair enough, spend it on what you want. These programs just seem to trot out the message that to make money and be successfull you have to be a massive tool (see also dragons den).

 

There is no correlation between "working hard" and "earning money". This is just a deception you are brainwashed into believing from Kindergarten on, so you are easier exploitable by someone richer than you are throughout your life.

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There is no correlation between "working hard" and "earning money". This is just a deception you are brainwashed into believing from Kindergarten on, so you are easier exploitable by someone richer than you are throughout your life.

 

 

 Or something you are told by people who got where they are thanks to Daddy or sucking up to/off higher management. If it was true most cleaners would have more money than the Royals

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What is success? I think it is a mixture of having a flair for the thing that you are doing; knowing that it is not enough, that you have got to have hard work and a certain sense of purpose.

Margaret Thatcher

 

Let me translate this.

 

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There is no correlation between "working hard" and "earning money". This is just a deception you are brainwashed into believing from Kindergarten on, so you are easier exploitable by someone richer than you are throughout your life.

 

 

my fither always used to use the phrase,   I am to busy working to earn a living 

I now know what he meant all those years ago

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Work hard. Consume. Buy shit. Work hard. Die.

 

Do fuck all. Shag some fat bint one night. Keep in touch. Deny all knowledge until you realise" it" has your nose. Move into the Council House (One with a large garden....) Get Dole handouts. Shag a different fat bint while the first fat bint is doing her shifts at Greggs to earn dinner. Repeat cycle.

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Do fuck all. Shag some fat bint one night. Keep in touch. Deny all knowledge until you realise" it" has your nose. Move into the Council House (One with a large garden....) Get Dole handouts. Shag a different fat bint while the first fat bint is doing her shifts at Greggs to earn dinner. Repeat cycle.

 

 

I think you're forgetting that you need to live with said fat bint whilst claiming you live apart to get a double income, then discover your kids have ADHD and autism, and you have a bad back and depression so need a nice new Motability Zafira to carry your family around

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Yes, the laughs never stop* around here.

 

Just had a message from an eBayer saying the camera I sent him was smashed to fuck in the post. I made chump change out of the fucker to start with.

 

BRILLIANT STUFF!

 

Tellya wot, m8. I'm in a shitty mood, too, due to bad news left, right and centre.

Wanna pop by? We could pull each other down even more and bury all this shit under a few gallons of booze, like if we were real buddies or something.

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While we're on it.... I had some news last night. A Beautiful, caring sweet, flame haired woman, who I have known for some 25 or more years, died yesterday. Her eldest son found her collapsed at home on his return from his daily travail. He's a lovely lad, he has "what they call" learning difficulties. He did the right thing, called the authorities, and almost immediately, called one of his Aunts, with whom he has just spent Summer. She lives in Corsica. He and his Mum live in Lincoln. He was in bits. Via Facebook, I was informed... Unorthodox maybe, but modern life is a little strange. I absolutely loved this woman. She was perfect in every way. She even liked me. But you know what, we were like siblings. The more time we spent together, the more we realised it. She had been married a couple of times. Her youngest son.... he's an enigma. Not sure where he lived... whether with her or his Dad... But you know what? I feel a little responsible for them. I hurt. It's fucking painful to think that she's gone. Never again will I hear her raucous drunken laughter after a gallon of her Dad's home brew.... never again will I face her sweet smile across a breakfast table. Never, except in my memories. I hope and pray I never forget her. She was a wonderful thing. Goodbye Rachel. A bottle of Fitou is waiting for you up there. X

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Would you mind awfully saying that to my face?

 

HARD MAN.

You have a fucking horrible, negative, arrogant attitude, as shown in thousands of posts on here. 

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Will sort. What you doing tomorrow night? I could do without sitting around at home TBH.

 

Tomorrow night would be terrific.

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While we're on it.... I had some news last night. A Beautiful, caring sweet, flame haired woman, who I have known for some 25 or more years, died yesterday. Her eldest son found her collapsed at home on his return from his daily travail. He's a lovely lad, he has "what they call" learning difficulties. He did the right thing, called the authorities, and almost immediately, called one of his Aunts, with whom he has just spent Summer. She lives in Corsica. He and his Mum live in Lincoln. He was in bits. Via Facebook, I was informed... Unorthodox maybe, but modern life is a little strange. I absolutely loved this woman. She was perfect in every way. She even liked me. But you know what, we were like siblings. The more time we spent together, the more we realised it. She had been married a couple of times. Her youngest son.... he's an enigma. Not sure where he lived... whether with her or his Dad... But you know what? I feel a little responsible for them. I hurt. It's fucking painful to think that she's gone. Never again will I hear her raucous drunken laughter after a gallon of her Dad's home brew.... never again will I face her sweet smile across a breakfast table. Never, except in my memories. I hope and pray I never forget her. She was a wonderful thing. Goodbye Rachel. A bottle of Fitou is waiting for you up there. X

 

Och no. I'm so sorry. Honest.

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HARD MAN.

You have a fucking horrible, negative, arrogant attitude, as shown in thousands of posts on here. 

 

So do I, but Watanabe and I are a lot nicer in real life.

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I had a thought the other day. Using the UK as an example. Ignoring the government, how much money do the people of the country actually have? How much is owned by corporations? Do the companies have more money than the people? Have we all become ants working the machine?

 

I have no idea, it just popped in my head when we were talking money.

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So do I, but Watanabe and I are a lot nicer in real life.

You've struck me as a very nice bloke mate. A person who seems nice on the internet. To paraphrase Basil Fawlty, we should have you stuffed.

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I was going to essay a cheerful and uplifting bon mot at this point, but I've just served myself a ginormous helping of CBA.

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Tomorrow night would be terrific.

 

You could cheer each other up by riding round on your newly acquired cycle :grin:

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At the end of the day, life is shit, I don't care what you say. The world is a nasty, horrible place full of terrible things and inimaginable cruelty. But if you can have a laugh and crack a few jokes, you'll be alright.

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Nah, life is OK on the whole. It never changes, you have to just accept stuff and move on to make it all worthwhile. Letting go of stuff is one life lesson I wish i'd learned years ago.

 

Sorry for the cringeworthy life coaching bollox.

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Letting go of stuff is one life lesson I wish i'd learned years ago.

 

 

It's a lesson I've learnt, but have difficulty applying...

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