Why Spanish? Well, my New Year’s Eve plans are heading in a certain Spanish-speaking direction and I’ve got to get the lingo in.
Anyhow, such irrelevant trite is not Crashed Lotus blog focused; so here’s a quick update:
A demolition job for next week
Some painting leads
No response from the radio stations I’ve emailed
A bit yin and yang, but due to a quick analysis of the web stats I have found a few interesting things out:
Am #5 in Google for “good hustling schemes”
Am #6 in Google for “spin lotus elise”
Am #2 in Google for “crashed lotus”
Yes, wreckedexotics.com have retaken their crown as #1 for “crashed lotus”, so I have to hang my search engine optimisation head in shame. Even a deliberate attempt to load this post with “crashed lotus” to regain the #1 spot for Google searches for “crashed lotus” cannot hide the fact that, yes, I am #2 for “crashed lotus”. What will I do without my world crown?
I guess some micro-jobs that earn actual cash rather than pointless optimising the blog against “crashed lotus”…
Did I mention, I’m sorry to be #2 in Google for “crashed lotus”??
[Might go to bed now...doze off wishing for a change in the "crashed lotus" situation...]
With Ian’s £35 in the bank, it was time to try out gambling. Standing in front of the cigarette kiosk at my local supermarket, I plucked a quid from my pocket whacked it on the counter and asked the woman behind to change my life. She peeled her lips back to smile, revealing a set of nicotine-stained teeth that would have been better placed on a horse. Well, she had certainly changed my life as I now felt revulsion, but given that wasn’t really what I had in mind, muttered about a scratchcard.
For this potentially life changing moment, I thought,
Let’s not be greedy, go for a low top prize, perhaps more chance of winning?
I scratched away with a chance of winning £6k, could this be the end to all the Lotus elise debt? Alas, no….I won …….
>>>>>>>>>> £1 <<<<<<<<<<
Well, with no life changing cash, it was back to the micro-jobs. So, how about a spot of painting:
With that impressive start, it was obviously soon time to have lunch:
And I pressed on… and pressed on….. and then there was some more pressing on. In fact my micro-job turned out to be not so micro as 8hrs later:
Fortunately, Al was kind enough to recognise the non-microness of the job and Micro-job #4 became Micro-job #4 and #5.
With that in the bank and no lottery win, only £2255.81 to go!!!!!!
