chrismpw
Player Valuation: £70m
I spent my day setting myself up for disappointment. A friend has asked if I could build him a shed. I take the opportunity to drive out in the classic ar I've been working on for 6 months and she performs wonderfully.
I get there and discuss, at the appropriate distance, the requirements of the job. Two men talking sheds, to keep bikes in. Dreams are made, possibilities made, options considered, manhood assured.
Then his missus appears, questions everything, boils it all down to how it looks (as small as possible and so low as to be pointless in its existence). My friend looks crushed. The epitome of Crest-fallen. I lose interest in the job and an income. I'm building something pointless.
Next I load up the boot with a hifi another friend has shown interest in. In its day and today it us an excellent budget audiophile system and I'm doing him a real favour asking beans for it. I get a few quid to spend on car parts, gain a bit of space and he gets a system that today would probably cost over a grand for the quality. I drop it off, socially distanced of course. It's for his student daughter. It's not a trendy looking mini system with flashing lights, and the ability to pick up atonal Mongolian nose flute radio over the internet, it's much, much better than that, so she probably won't want it - is my assumption. Or his wife won't tolerate the space it takes.
Sigh.
I get there and discuss, at the appropriate distance, the requirements of the job. Two men talking sheds, to keep bikes in. Dreams are made, possibilities made, options considered, manhood assured.
Then his missus appears, questions everything, boils it all down to how it looks (as small as possible and so low as to be pointless in its existence). My friend looks crushed. The epitome of Crest-fallen. I lose interest in the job and an income. I'm building something pointless.
Next I load up the boot with a hifi another friend has shown interest in. In its day and today it us an excellent budget audiophile system and I'm doing him a real favour asking beans for it. I get a few quid to spend on car parts, gain a bit of space and he gets a system that today would probably cost over a grand for the quality. I drop it off, socially distanced of course. It's for his student daughter. It's not a trendy looking mini system with flashing lights, and the ability to pick up atonal Mongolian nose flute radio over the internet, it's much, much better than that, so she probably won't want it - is my assumption. Or his wife won't tolerate the space it takes.
Sigh.
