wassup

Yeah but you blew twice that on some stupid tiles! Bloke who owns the tile place now he's properly rich, he's probably bought a yacht off the back of you. I bet he's sat there now looking through the Lear Jet brochure hoping you'll come back.

Not much use earning shitloads if you just spunk it up the wall. 

Not much use earning shitloads if you just spunk it up the wall.

Cant take it with ya macca....!!!!

That might have been true in 1970 but now there's so much out there to go at we don't really need anyone making any more of it. 

Yeah. My family never talk about money. I'm the only one that's skint.

All the good stuff will stay working or be serviced and repaired just like vintage guitars or violins or whatever. There'll always be a market for it and service for that market. Most people listen to music on their phones or through an Alexa or whatever in the same way as civilians when we were young would have a Matsui midi system. It's only ever been a lucky few of us that have proper hi-f.

 Everyone has been saying the hi-fi industry has been dying for years but even in the 1970s which is supposed to be the hey days very few people had a separates system. The way some people talk you'd think everyone from the milkman to the old lady down the post office had a hi-fi back then but it's bollocks. 

I don't earn money. Which suits me fine. What's the point of working your balls off?

As some bloke sang in the Music Halls over a century ago:

'Some people knuckle dahn thro' bein' out of work
But I ain't one o' them, not me
If a gaffer starts to nag I soon picks up my bag
And I flops 'im one with this, d'ye see
It don't do to let people fink you're on the rocks
'Cos they're bound to turn their heads the other way
But it makes no odds to me what the future's goin' to be
So long as I've got all I wants today, so,

Chorus: What's the use of kicking up a row
If there ain't no work about?
If you can't get a job, you can rest in bed
Till the school kids all comes out
If you can't get work you can't get the sack
That's a argyment that's sensible and sound
Lay your head back on yer piller and read yer 'Daily Mirrer'
And wait till the work comes round.

If trade is werry rocky and you 'ave to take the knocky
It's best to face the music like a brick
If your creditors come down on yer for everyfink you owe
You must dot 'em on the napper with a stick
Some people walk about the streets a-looking out for work
Till they 'aven't got a leg to call their own
Instead o' them a-waiting for the work to come to them
With their feet stuck on the mantlepiece at home.

Chorus: What's the use of kicking up a row
If there ain't no work about?
If you can't get a job, you can rest in bed
Till the school kids all comes out
If you can't get work you can't get the sack
That's a argyment that's sensible and sound
With the twins upon your lap, you can play the wife at nap
And wait till the work comes round.

Now you 'aven't got to worry as to where you're going to dine
And it's a matter of indifference 'ow you're dressed
'Cos if a chap's 'ard up he doesn't want a starchy front
To get a pound of sprats across his chest
And there's one thing, while you're idle you ain't wearing' out yer boots
And yer togs'll last you twice as long as that
Though yer rations may be low, it consoles yer when yer know
You can't peg out through being over fat.

Chorus: What's the use of kicking up a row
If there ain't no work about?
If you can't get a job, you can rest in bed
Till the school kids all comes out
If you can't get work you can't get the sack
That's a argyment that's sensible and sound
With the swells in Rotten Row
You can sit and 'ave a blow
And wait till the work comes round.'

No. I rely on a pension and income from investments. I have no debts and few needs. I can see the point of earning shedloads quickly then retiring early, but not working to 65 knackered after 50 years of work unless you have to. (I appreciate that for many people there's no alternative).

I was thinking about the bloke laying floors, or Jammy doing whatever he does on an oil-rig. Plus you can be knackered mentally as much as knackered physically. Personally I have taken the words of Our Lord to heart, and considered the lilies of the field, who toil not, neither do they spin.

I worked for 40 years in the printing trade, started straight out of school we worked our buts off, we were not permitted to sit down or talk apart from tea breaks and lunch breaks. We got 10 paid days a year we had to work on public holidays only exceptions were the religious ones. 10 sick days for which you had to produce a note or you got the door.
We worked shift work alternating 6-2 no lunch break 2-10 10-6 there we got a sit down break the Sh#t shower management had gone home, then they put in cameras.

The shift rate was 10% extra but not on your overtime. You were expected to put in overtime hours at the drop of a hat no argument if someone got fed up and left you had to pick up the slack. Some weeks we were putting in up to 90 hours a week. The tax man then raped us with 50% tax rate.
The annual leave improved to 15 days a year with all public holidays off.

No pension scheme medical insurance boss paid 30% rest up to you.
Trade started to go to the dogs after the internet started, it just got worse and worse, and printing companies started going to the wall left right and center.

The last company I worked at for 15 years, place started going down the boss was a thief he was bleeding it dry, and granting himself large salary increases, among'st other creative accounting tricks. Then to my good fortune he offered retrenchment packages which i jumped at I was 58.
The place closed it's doors a year later and those that remained walked away with noting but the toilet rolls.

It has now been 10 years since I packed it in. The house was paid off years ago, I never bought anything on tick not even a car the last one I had I drove for 20 years it was 10 years old when I bought it. Would still be driving it if some idiot did not T bone it.
Scratched around, found a 10 year old Corolla with under 50,000 km on it managed to get it for the trade in price paid cash.

I survive on a small pension which I saved for a small state pension I have absolutely no debt of any kind I have a music system which I simply love all paid for no more box swapping. I decided to build a system which gave me emotional musical satisfaction. I stopped listening to the kit and concentrated on the music. No longer interested in all the audiofool bollocks like accuracy and tweeters and other such nonsense. My Kit plays everything well good and bad.

I still use VCR recorders the buggers last for ever if yo do not abuse them a CRT TV set; same thing.
I have no interest in the latest and fastest computer or phone, when the pack up then they get replaced.
I have only ever bought 2 refrigerators, 2 stoves and 2 washing machines in my whole life, my vacuum cleaner is 38 years old for crying out loud.
I have never been happier never been a drinker, although I did give drugs and women a go for a while, decided they both mess with your mind to the same extent so I packed it in.

I live a quite comfortable life I have never been happier. I care for my 91 year old cripple mother, my siblings are to be polite Dicks. Mother is still as sharp as a razor a joy to care for and live with. I live upstairs she lives downstairs I can crank my tunes up loud she is a tad deaf.

So all in all the perfect life no worries, no boss, no obsessions, lots of life long friends, some have been pals since high school in the mid 60's, enough money in the bank for emergencies.

I rode motorcycles of all kinds, had a Classic Vellocette Thruxton which I rode on classic bike runs. Sold them all invested the money when I retired by that time they were classics and all fetched a fair sum.


I learnt a time back that money does not bring happiness it just took me to places no one should go; the road to hell, till I fortunately woke up.

Work sucks retirement Rocks.

Aye, good post and philosophy. I admire anybody who grafts for what they have, doesn’t make excuses and doesn’t have a shed load of debt. I also get where Rudi is coming from in taking about what he’s achieved. Starting fro nothing in mid life in a new country, he’s done well. Loving wife, House built and paid for and a son he adores. Pus the odd muscle car lol. Respect!

i'm now a swedish and english citizen.
moving to spain will be way easier for me now..

Awesome!! Well done on that one.

So now you’re “Beavis”, I gotta ask where Butt Head went

In Sweden you can be anyone you want to be.

Okay I'll be Spiderman and we'll start a crime-fighting syndicate. You'll need someone to be your ward too.