Good morning friends - how's your day going ?
Got a bit of news to share with you so are you sitting comfortably ? Then I'll begin.
My aim is to have 100 page views a day for my blog. Quite a modest ambition. Yesterday there was a sudden jump in numbers
Sunday 22nd January - 10 Monday 23rd January - 9
Tuesday 24th January - 11 Wednesday 25th January - 68
How did that happen ? I can only presume it was because I started a new feature on YouTube:
There's an update for today and there will be a new theme for your day all week long:
Use my selections to make your day go well. You know what I say.... LIFE IS A DISCO SO DANCE ! You can check these songs on my YouTube Channel
Do you follow me on TWITTER I am becoming a bigger user of Twitter than Donald Trump ! Yesterday I fired off no fewer than 55 Tweets and re-Tweets.
I run a daily fun poll on Twitter. Today this is the poll:
People are already voting so follow me and add your thoughts.
My car is going in to the garage today for a full service and annual test. Even if no work is needed, and I hope there is not any, I am going to have to dip very deep into my pocket to pay for it all.
The annual MOT test is a bit like going to the dentist.
I DID go to the dentist yesterday. Talk about laugh !
The practice manager is a former student of mine. I didn't think I was that good a teacher but when I visit the dentist I am treated like royalty. When I got in to see the surgeon it was all first name terms, jolly and mega friendly. However, there is now a DARK DAY in my diary - Wednesday 8th March 2017 12 noon ! The day when all of my upper teeth and one from my lower jaw are to be removed.
We'll give you a strong local anesthetic the surgeon said.
Any chance of an overdose ? I replied.
The third and final chapter is complete in my head, I just need to type it up.
In this chapter I travel back to when I was 19 years old and working as a management trainee in a large city centre department store.
That's the store on the right, quite impressive. There were two thousand employees.
Shortly before I left I was seconded from sales to the staff department, they call such things these days human resources, rubbish - STAFF DEPARTMENT, where I was busy recruiting school leavers to work with the company.
This store was one of ten vast retail outlets making up the group. This was all owned by a man whose name was Charlie Clore. He was one of the wealthiest men of his time. He died in 1979 but appeared in my dream the night before last. I am not certain if it was actually a dream or if I traveled in time myself. Charlie Clore told me how he wanted me to finish the chapter and if I did as he said he would make me a director of the Lewis's Selfridges Department Store Group.
Who am I a mere 19 year old to argue with such a man ?
And with that I will sign off.
Make sure you have a TERRIFIC THURSDAY