In amongst the erectile dysfunction ones and the miracle cures for all the ailments [for which there are no known cures] that have to be availed of instantly before Big Pharma or Big Government takes them down, not to mention the regular offer of millions from Darkest Africa, I get the occasional one that is utterly baffling.
Today’s little offer of a lifetime:
Now I have never been to Marbella.
I have no intentions of ever going to Marbella.
Why the fuck would I buy a property there?
It looks horrific. It seems to be an endless mess of concrete with the odd tree thrown in and a bit of artificial lake. Is this an entire city they’re building?
As for the price, I assume that for €2,635,000 I get to own the entire development, but they do use the word “from” from which it appears that for my two and a half million I get their cheapest, smallest unit with the view of a blank concrete wall. Am I supposed to buy their amazing offer with the money I get from some forlorn widow in Africa?
I have just found the actual brochure [not via the email]. Prices do indeed go up to a very reasonable €4.830.000 [each].
The modern generation is being reared to be terrified of their own shadows. They are being taught to fear anything that even vaguely may remotely cause them harm even if the chances of that harm is insignificant.
I remember asbestos as a kid. There were various examples of the stuff around the place where I grew up. Later on as I grew to own my own car for example, I remember changing brake linings on a few occasions. The brake pads were basically steel shoes with slabs of asbestos attached. To clear the asbestos dust out of the brake drum was a simple act of blowing whereupon the dust would blow back in my face. No sweat. I’m still alive.
A few years back we had some guttering replaced here at The Manor. The old guttering was asbestos and had deteriorated somewhat. The bloke doing the job was a little concerned and said that technically we should inform the authorities who would come in their hazmat suits, shut the area down and carefully remove the stuff to be safely disposed. I said fuck that and just left the decaying monstrosities on the roof. It’s only asbestos.
I know there is a danger. I also know the chances of harm only happens if I were working with asbestos for many years and that I may get Asbestosis or I may not. Like is full of little risks that mostly can be ignored.
The danger to Australians is, in practice zero. Kids could play with the stuff for all their childhood years before potentially suffering anything. It’s not like it’s pure asbestos dust, but rather common mulch with just a few flecks of the stuff mixed in, yet they close off entire areas as if the soil was contaminated with Plutonium.
The Australian reaction ranks as pure hysteria over an imagined danger.
They tell us it is fully costed and will come in on target at €9.5 billion. I am prepared to take any bet that it will cost well in excess of €20 billion. After all, our children’s hospital was to cost €700 million and the bill is currently standing at €2.3 billion and it still isn’t finished. It’s apparently the most expensive hospital on the planet.
They reckon this underground will do wonders, easing the traffic congestion in the city. God help commuters who are going to have to put up with years of diversions and restrictions while the tunnel is being built.
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I noticed one thing on the plan. North of the city the rail suddenly pops up to the surface, flies over the motorway and the slides underground again. I hope the train can cope with the gradients?
There is of course a much easier way of easing congestion on the roads. All they have to do is remove all those cycle-ways and bus lanes that are clogging up the streets. In fact they should ban bikes and buses altogether as they are half the problem. It would cost a fraction and could nearly be done overnight.
On a side note, I found something that made me laugh. It absolutely nails the problem with electric vehicles.
So far as I know that’s not illegal provided it’s done in private? I presume pondering will be outlawed at some point in case it offends someone.
Anyhows I have been reflecting on my life [so far]. It has been a pretty good one. In fact I would nearly class it as spectacular, as by all accounts it has been driven purely by good luck and sheer chance.
When I started my journey I had little or no ambition. I had no goals to be striving for. I just drifted. I went wherever the current took me with very little thought for the future. In school and college I paid little attention to studies and just took exams as they came and winged things. Somehow I qualified.
Then I drifted through a couple of jobs before landing a job in RTE. It was for a temporary job and was told it was only for six months. That was fine by me. I left RTE after nearly forty years.
I met Herself by accident. I wasn’t looking for any long term relationships but here we are, over forty eight years on and still together, with a beautiful daughter and three happy grandkids.
I never hankered after money. Provided I could get by, I was happy. There were some rough times but cash always seemed to appear just when I needed it the most. I am by no means wealthy but I have enough for a comfortable life and have a fine roof over my head. What more could I want?
Maybe that all appears smug but I take no credit whatsoever. I didn’t strive for any of it – it just happened.
So here I continue on my little drifting voyage heading into my seventy fifth year.