What do you want to do when you grow up?

It’s one of those questions isn’t it?

What do you want to do when you grow up?

 

NickPonders

Nick ponders…

I’m not sure I’ve ever known the answer, and for the last 45 years or so I must admit I’ve only revisited the question a few times, and even then without ever reaching a conlcusion. As time has passed the fatuous nature of the question seems to have increased, leaving me to consider that it isn’t a very good question at all. It’s aggressive, judgemental and perhaps even accusatory. So, let’s try another.

What would you like to do next?

That’s a little more pleasing. It doesn’t tell me that I ever have to ‘grow up’, whatever that may mean, and also goes some way to infer desire and fulfillment. It’s a nicer question and far more encouraging, but at the same time frighteningly huge.
You may have guessed by now, that my current employment circumstances are leading me reconsider this question, and yes, after 18 and half years at the same company, albeit in a wide variety of roles, we will shortly be closing the doors. Carrying on will not be an option, so a new decision must be made.
Beacuse I’m a coward, I’m leaning to modifying my preferred question to:

What would you like to do next, for cash?

But it spoils the question doesn’t it? What seemed so joyful, hopeful and full of possibility is tainted by that little addendum ‘for cash’.
I think perhaps I should set about answering the first part, then asking myself if it is financially viable. At least that way I’ll have a list of things I enjoy doing.

So; deeply smitten husband, international bon-viveur and recreational motorcyclist who loves home life, travel and doing ‘stuff’ seeks genuinely interesting opportunities.

Sounds a bit (granted only a little bit) like corporate bollocks, doesn’t it? But I’m awful fidgety without a good project. OK, the house wont paint itself, and the grass needs cutting, those won’t take long though.

Go on, inspire me.

Does anyone need such a chap? I’m quite good at ‘things’.

If I did have 99 problems, a decent Haut Medoc would not be one.

Luckily I don’t have 99 problems, today’s only real dilemma is which f my tasty new boozes to try first. Some years ago I joined , a splendid cooperative from whom I buy nearly all of my wine. Give ’em a look if you’re that way inclined, I’ve found them rather good. Anyhoo…today I received an order, always a good day.

Wine

Delivery day


This was especially good as the cupboard was getting a little bare, its looking a good deal more healthy now.
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The Cupboard of fun


Which only left me the trauma of which wine to start with? After all that, with around a dozen bottles of Haut Medoc in the bunch, I think I’ll go a little farther east to the end of the Gironde to Cotes de Castillion. Well, the sun’s shining and the weather’s warming up, let’s try Chateau Pitray 2008, and damned tasty it is too. Its got quite a short finish with bright cherry fruits & very food friendly, light but full enough to stand on its own.
Ch Pitray 08

Chateau Pitray ’08

Birthday brekkie

Oops, I appear to have forgotten the meat! Poor planning I’d say, but that’s just my trouble. Still, a poached duck egg and a potato cake are fine noms for a weekday brekkie.
I hope it’s not another mid-life crisis, the last time I had one of those both of my feet tried to fall off.

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Beezumph 22

Having missed last year’s antics at Anglesey Tracmon, I must say I’m rather looking forward to this.
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A brief ponder…

Hmmm… This social networking malarkey seems to be more advert orientated every time I look at it & I can’t say I’m enjoying the perpetual and pervasive nature of these adverts. I mean, really, to whom are they talking? Sure as eggs is eggs it ain’t me.
Advertising as a whole does very little for me, I can count on the fingers of one hand the purchases I’ve made as the direct result of advertising and every last one has been disappointing.
I can’t say I’m immune to its effects, there are some clever fuckers out there who know how to make one think in a certain vein, although it’ll come as no surprise to those who know me that I’m a sceptical old bugger and I reckon that helps me filter the worst excesses. Scepticism and belligerence, two of my finest qualities it seems.
Still, sun’s out and spring is springing I’d best get out and smell the daisies rather than whining about how Facebook has started annoying me.
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Broken ankle….

Hmmm…the offending ankle in all it’s reconstructed glory, there’s enough movement to be able to change gear, but alas, not quite ready in time to take on Tracmon…Hey-ho, another time.