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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Friday 8 May 2026 at 09:30

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Awake, awake!

Wake up, you drunkards and weep...

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Why is it that persons abbreviate words to their initial letters. I have seen Creative Writing written as CW by students of creative writing. For goodness sake, how can anyone studying creative writing be too lazy to write 'creative writing'? I had an idea to revise a bit on Immanuel Kant's Categorical Imperatives. I went to Stanford's 'Encyclopedia of Philosophy' which tellingly has a caveat at the top, 'First published Mon Feb 23, 2004; substantive revision Thu Oct 2, 2025'. Kant lived from 1724-1804, so I doubt if he has changed any of his ideas since 2004, so it must be a person who has come across the original publication of 2004 and decided to add their two penn'orth to it (a small or insubstantial contribution or opinion). 

Wherever the words 'Categorical Imperative' should be written, instead we have 'CI'. I understand that 'Categorical Imperative' will appear many times in an article that starts with 'Kant [...] argued that the supreme principle of morality is a principle of rationality that he dubbed the "Categorical Imperative" - and no-one really wants to keep typing the same words over and over again. But, so do computer software businesses recognise this which is why we have 'copy and paste'. Reducing these rather important two words to their initials is, in my mind, plainly done by someone with no respect for the subject and values only their own 'precious' time. Of course, I am somewhat biased in that I don't access the internet with a phone or send text messages using a tiny on-screen keyboard. I sometimes fail to understand that there are actually people who do not have a lap-top or home computer at home and use a phone to do their University studies. I can't quite believe that they write essays on them too, do they? Surely, there is no person who would revise an article on Immanuel Kant on a phone  and upload it from there, is there?

Of course, I have come across the odd one or two emails sent from a phone to me, in response to one I sent written on a lap-top. I feel insulted when I send a lengthy email and get a text message-length response. I won't be emailing that  person again. It is disrespectful to give a lazy response born from the problems that we have created for ourselves (not using a home computer or lap-top) by believing a phone will do. That is a poor attitude that has crept into every aspect of society I have the displeasure of experiencing...'It will do. It is boring and I have other things to do. It will do.' 

I believe in meritocracy. If you can't do the job then move away; don't apply for it. If you hate your job, get a different one. Just get out of the way of capable persons, I say. When I say 'capable' and 'apt' I mean that these attributes exist in a person who actually gives a damn about their job and other people, especially other people. Something I learnt, both by studying Customer Service and just because I picked it up because it is important to me to reciprocate good manners, is that if you get an email that addresses you by your first name, and the sender's first name is evident, you should reply using the sender's first name. If you get an email that addresses you by your last name....you get the picture (lazy me couldn't be bothered to finish the sentence. Actually no. I recognise that continuing the explanation would cause people who habitually read from phones to skip the ending anyway.) But just to over-egg the pudding, this reciprocation also applies to the signing off or closing salutation, 'Best Wishes' or 'Regards' or 'Cheers' or whatever. These are expressions that the sender is keen on and familiar with. Of course, they are also cultured to give a specific impression too. I notice a lack of reciprocation in emails and texts from habitual phone-users. 

From studying Business Administration, I recognise an hierarchy of communication (Somewhat bumpy and disjointed sentence, eh?).

For emergencies and for time-critical messages make a phone call.

For directions and pointers send a text.

For explanations send an email.

For legal and personal purposes send a letter. 

One should reciprocate in kind unless the circumstances become critical; time, personal or legal. 

Essentially, if we extrapolate from what I have been saying. If you get an email of some length, respond to it with an email addressing the points that were made, at some length. Never send a text message-length email unless it is either a correction, an acceptance or a refusal. Above all avoid being rude by thinking, 'That will do.' Just because it fits you it does not mean it fits the circumstance and especially the recipient. My sister used to send me a 'Happy Birthday' text. She actually held her phone in her hand! How rude! She was fulfilling her duty to send her regards and showed her displeasure in doing it. How rude!

The Open University provides Forums for its students. All OU students know this. I had a discussion with a tutor a while back. He expressed his desire to see more student interaction in the forums. I  also had the same tutor respond to one of my forum posts with a comment (on the forum) that I should expect more traction if I write shorter posts! It's a forum, not a dating site or social media snippy chat site. If you want more forum interaction ban the chatterers! There is only an expectation of rudeness delivered by persons posting text messages on forums; it is dismissive and disrespectful of contributors efforts. Contributors should make an argument with, of course more than one premise, and the responses should address the argument with either additional premises to support the argument or premises to discredit the argument. Yet, there are persons who just put their emotions in a comment and make no logical sense. In Rome, these people would be removed as drunken fools, back in the day. Yes, but this is not Ancient Rome. Things have changed. Nowadays, anything and everything will do. How could I tell the tutor who desired more student interaction in forums that he supported 'It will do' tactics that are only beneficial to persons using little to no logic and have no respect for the art of communication, or valid and fruitful discussion? Social media sites are not the same as academic study sites. It, of course, is quite impossible to convince tutors that their own inputs are detrimental because the tutors, it seems, have allowed the parameters of digital communication to blur and blend to make homogeneous messes. But that is hegemony for you; tutors must comply, and must do so without steering social change.

There is an exponential growth (I use that term tentatively because it is a term used by mathematicians and it may be as irritating to them when it is ill-used as it is to me when important words are reduced to their initials); there is an exponential growth in supporting a good work-life balance, even going so far as making sure everyone is happy at work. No, I mean joyous. It started with 'dress-down Friday' when office workers could wear casual clothes to work on Fridays. Many offices now don't insist on smart clothes. It will do. Where there was once a separation of attitudes and behaviour between social life and work, or corporate life, we have practically no such separation left in the rich Global North countries (I suggest). We no longer learn to curtail our feelings and get on with the job we are employed to do. We have our phones with us at work, for goodness sake. Why? people should be going to work to work, to do the very best they can in their role, to actually earn their wage. I suggest that the casual attitude we take to work has produced the 'It will do' attitude that is so prevalent in society. 

Every blooming business wants to build a personal profile of me so they can, presumably, better attend to my needs. I studied Marketing, Logistics and The Supply Chain, so I actually know what they are doing, or at least were doing. If a business sells ladders, for example, they are unlikely to stock many in an area where there are very few practically minded residents; only trades-persons buy ladders there, and because trades-persons only buy their tools infrequently they will travel some distance to buy them. No point in a business wasting shop-floor space with poorly selling products. Instead canny businesses apply the Pareto Principle (80% of profit or revenue comes from only 20% of the products sold, so they stock the fast moving products). In the case of mobile phone service and device providers, then want to know what my usage is and where I go online. 

I had a phone call from one of my mobile service providers to offer me a deal on a new phone or 'a reduction on my existing phone'. Whatever could he mean? Why would anyone reduce their phone? Did he want to make it smaller or deny me access to some of the software? I own my phone. I bought it outright with money from a shop. I don't rent my phone. Why would I pay to have a phone to do stuff that is entirely irrelevant? If I want to take photos I will buy a camera that does not access the internet. If I want to browse the internet I will use a device that I can restrict from uploading my voice pattern and contact list (a lap-top). This mobile service provider salesperson was working on the principle that I subscribe to the 'It Will Do' attitude as being a valid and useful position to take. Further to that, he made an assumption that I am stupid enough to continually pay to continue to live in that pigswill lifestyle. Everyone updates their phone! Not me. No need. I have maintained the separation of appropriate action that is essential for good living. My phone is for phone calls and texts; it never goes online or updates its software. One lap-top is for business use and studying. Another lap-top goes online for internet searches, including for study purposes; a third lap-top is a back-up device that I only really use to play DVDs (it never, ever goes online because I don't want the operating system to be corrupted by A.I.) I never take photographs of people or locations. 

What I find bewildering is that I got a text message on my phone from my doctor's surgery with a link to an online site that showed me the content of a digital letter that had the form of a real letter, including my name and address where it would be seen through the plastic window on an envelope. I never received the real letter, and there was an expectation that it is safe to access anything online with your name, address, and NHS number by entering your date of birth as a security password. Ridiculous and wholly irresponsible. What, pray, is the most secure way to send information? Yup! Through the post. The digital letter was prepared as a postal letter but never sent! I mean, really? What is wrong here? I am expected to use a device that is similar to the devices that almost everyone has their personal details on (family photos, contact numbers, recordings of their voice - oh yes! and internet history) to access a digital file that has my name and address on it. I bet you can guess that I carefully typed in the link on one of my lap-tops to access that letter online. You know what? I couldn't just read it. I had to download it , for goodness sake. That meant that my name and address is on my lap-top. Sure, you can delete it the download. But it isn't actually deleted, it is simply not recognised by the operating system as existing. It can still be accessed by bad actors. You have to move it to a removable device such as a flash drive to get it safely off your system. What a palaver! But sending a letter by digital means from a level of cyber-security incompetence will do. It will do.

Just like the salesperson who assumed that I rent a phone, all businesses seem to believe that we are stupid enough to open a link sent to us by text message. Do we know who actually sent the text message with a link in it, now that A.I. has ALL our details? Well, maybe not all my details.

What I am saying is: we should only be using passive devices; cameras that do not go online; SatNavs that only receive data from GPS sources; and phones with a duplex system (talk and listen at the same time) that have no internet capability. You know when you sometimes hear weird noises when people talk on their phones. Those phones are owned by people who have never switched off or denied automatic downloads and updates and have multiple apps on their phone. Convenience for them is the reward they get for having a 'That will do' attitude.

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Wonky Plan

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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Monday 5 January 2026 at 07:45

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Wonky Plan

The best laid plans of mice and men

According to The Poetry Foundation, Robert Burns turned up a mouse nest with a plough in 1785 and he wrote 'To a Mouse'

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43816/to-a-mouse-56d222ab36e33

The seventh verse has 'The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men

'But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' Mice an Men
          Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
          For promis'd joy!'
 
 

I think the last verse should always be with the penultimate, seventh verse, for the full sense of futility and unknowing to be realised.

 
'Still, thou art blest, compar'd wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e'e,
     On prospects drear!
An' forward tho' I canna see,
     I guess an' fear!'
 
 

Despite me vowing to move forward and press the day, I have been a little reluctant to skid about on my short bicycle. It is a little too small for me and being a mountain bike I am leaning precariously over the handlebars a bit too much to be able to fall gracefully. I am already halfway on the ground. I have fallen off that bike more times in the last year than all my other bikes in the last twenty years, put together. 

None of my bikes are new. I waste money recycling old bikes. Unfortunately, all bicycles eventually suffer from the same problem; the front sprocket (crankset) teeth wear away. Because there are a lot of them and because most bikes have three sets of teeth on the crankset, the rear sprockets with less teeth wears first and gets replaced as many as five times before the front crankset MUST be replaced. The worn crankset quickly wears new chains, which wear the back gear set / sprocket, faster and faster and faster. Eventually, it costs fifty to seventy pounds to replace the whole lot all at once for each bike. You can't only replace the chain and back gearset after a while; when the front crankset needs replacing; the chain slips. Unfortunately, the proper tools for removing the front crankset sometimes need a bit of help in the way of a gear-puller, which I do not have. There is a whole bunch of them in town, in the shops, five miles away.

I have been shying away from cycling on the slippery paths, waiting for a bit of a thaw. My outside thermometer shows minus four degrees at 04:39 am today. It snowed overnight. The best laid plans, huh? Let's be honest; I don't like the cold this Winter. That is something new for me.

In considering my position, and retrieving my plan to look into causalities, I now see that my focus is split. I love writing. I write best in the early mornings. It actually negatively impacts on my OU studies. Why? Because I drift off on a mystery tour that tickles my fancy; I am the driver and the tour guide as well as the passenger. In the real world, close reading of some text; which I should be doing, is not so much fun. It is pedestrian, and I have to read instructions at the pace that the unit writer wants me to read at. Working through exercises simply does not work for me. This is why I go online to augment my learning. Online stuff TELLS me what I need to know and my brain then assimilates how things work. Unfortunately we have to reference the OU unit text, so I have to read it!

       'All rise.' The susurration of clothes moving against bodies filled the court.

       'Martin Cadwell. You are before the court on the charge of willfully pretending you have all the answers to getting on with life after a hectic last year, when you clearly do not. How do you plead?'

From the gallery came shouts of 'Guilty' and 'Lock him up!'.

       'Guilty, your honour.' I hung my head in shame. A voice in my head told me to look up. 'I have brought a picture of a dead horse, your honour, if that helps.'

       'Yes, well.' The magistrate look puzzled.

       'Flogging.' whispered the usher. 'Flogging a dead horse.'

       'Flog him!' the crowd bayed.

I knew I deserved to be publicly pilloried for being a fraud; for being afraid of cold, but really quite mild weather; procrastination and allowing my intent to be diverted.

       'Martin Cadwell,' the magistrate eventually boomed, 'By your own sense of honour, you are guilty of the most heinous crime of dereliction of duty. You set your stall and people bought from you, only to find that you do not eat at your own table. I sentence you to cycling to town on your tiny bicycle over and through the snow, as fast as you can go with the false confidence that you have tried to instill in others.'

The court usher whispered again.

The magistrate continued, 'Wear a helmet, it could get tricky.'

*

And there we have it, my confidence is dented. I expect to fall off my bike because experience has told me that I will. Of course I will. I take risks that most other cyclists do not. I know the city and how to get through the traffic without stopping. I am not one of those crazy cyclists that insists on car drivers giving way to cyclists and pedestrians. I know they won't because they passed their tests before the new Highway Code came out and they don't know when they should give way. No, I position myself on the road to show my intent to do something, like turning right. This is not for the drivers behind me to take note of; it is to make the oncoming drivers aware that I WILL turn right as soon as there is a gap big enough for me to fit through without causing them to brake. Nobody ever sounds their horn or shouts at me. I never have to come to a full stop and my momentum carries me through. The danger comes from the hesitating oncoming driver who brakes and makes me stop. THEN the car behind me is suddenly thrown into taking evasive maneuvers. like braking. That is an incredibly dangerous situation.

       'Oh for goodness sake, you stupid cyclist. Get out of the way!'

So, my plan to be more proactive and strident in my forward activities has come down to looking at why I have stayed at home. It was always my plan to look at the causes of my stagnant stasis, though. 

Confidence on my reserve bicycle is low which has caused me to delay cycling to the city to buy an extra tool to change the front gear set on my other bikes simply because it is cold outside. I have allowed my low confidence and silly idea of preferring comfort to progress to prevent me removing a debilitating aspect of my life; namely, the reserve bike should only be the reserve bike.

A voice came into my head. 'Well done, Martin. Oh by the way, you look like a horse. The baying crowd in the courtroom are right, you should be flogged by your own hand. Let the Winter be the cat-o-nine-tails or the riders crop that punishes you for being lazy.'

That simply won't do for me though, because I know that if I perceive things differently I am not so much offended by weather.

I used to have to cycle against a headwind to work every weekday, years ago. I cursed and hated the wind. I bought a sailing boat and from that day on I would look out my window on windy days and think, 'Great sailing day!' Unfortunately, boats don't go on roads.

It snowed last night

Snow can fall as tiny frozen particles, which are more like the ice scraped from the inside of a home freezer. Snow, as we commonly recognise it as white clumps of frozen water, can fall straight down when there is no wind and the temperature of the flakes are too warm to keep the six fingered stars it naturally crystalises into when the conditions are right. It can float to the ground and is toyed with by the slightest hint of a wind when the temperature is just right. This is romantic snow. This is the snow that children stop doing their school-work and watch through the school-room windows, in awe. ‘It’s snowing’ they say. Their voices might just as well be welcoming Father Christmas because right before them is a magic show that means that they will have a new kind of fun. Different games will be played; snowball fights; making angels in the fallen snow with their bodies; and snowmen, women, children, and snow-animals will be made. This is the snow that we see on Christmas cards and photos of winter scenes when it lays atop branches and walls, and has bluish shadows, not grey. This is the snow that creates a monotone landscape, with stark silhouettes of trees and tiny cottages huddled on hillsides. This is the snow that sits on the thatched rooves of cottages with smoky chimneys on Victorian style Christmas cards and really exists in Yorkshire and Wales. The promised warmth of the fire inside the cottage makes us happy. But what if the snow is on a building with a collapsed roof, or lies atop a still body. What if the snow comes at the ground from an acute angle and is driven by a gale. What if cyclists trying to get home are blown into ditches, or sheep are lost on hillsides because they cannot see far enough to the next safe place? This is the same frozen water but comes in the name of destruction and ruin. A poet might make a romance from a blizzard but most of us have no affection for it.

But snow can be okay too. Snow can blanket the ground and seal it off from severe freezes. This can save the dormant bulbs and tubers for plants such as snowdrops, crocuses, and bluebells. I can celebrate snow in England because it precedes Spring when there is the excitement of new growth.

Let's go! 

       'Magistrate, I thank you for your wisdom and insight.'

The courtroom gallery fell silent. This wasn't what they came to see. 

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Associated with the posts here over the last few days are my views on Venezuela and the United States, which you can read at hegemo.co.uk (opens with a new page). Because there are a lot of people viewing my posts in this blog I have decided not to post about worrying global events.

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Look in the toy box

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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Friday 2 January 2026 at 07:23

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Look in the toy box

Or as Talking Heads said, 'Stop Making Sense'

Two mediums (fortune-tellers) meet in the street; one says to the other. 'You are alright. How am I?'

I saw a film a long time ago. It had Will Smith in it and he was studying under poor conditions for a law degree. I think it was called, 'The Pursuit of Happyness'. I think that is how happiness was spelt. I could easily Google it; I have unlimited data download (limit), three laptops and four screens so I have no limit to finding out if I am right beyond what is available for me to view online. It doesn't matter if I am wrong. It would only matter if I am Will Smith in the film. 

When there is a task I don't particularly want to engage in I tell myself I am tired and, because I command myself, there is no other opinion to encourage me to reassess my values and position. I know that I have a goal and I know there are constraints to achieving that goal. I am confident that I can overcome the constraints, except for one; my confidence that I can overcome constraints and difficulties. I think my confidence constrains me. I think I should be nervous or at least a little concerned. Yet, I know I have contingency plans and, strangely, I can set the microwave to go for any number of minutes in the kitchen and without looking at a clock, stop doing whatever I am doing in the living room and enter the kitchen when there are two seconds to go before the microwave pings and stops. I know what the time is in the kitchen when I am not there or know how many minutes have passed. It happens often enough that I notice it, but mostly I ignore it.

       'You are alright.......' I don't deceive myself as much as steal from myself. 

       'How am I?' I never asked.

While it seems I am brushing over procrastination and showing instead denial, I think the two are the same; I am lazy.

Let's go to Thesaurus Corner to see what I could have said. 

       'Martin, what could I have said?'

       'Well, you could have said, negligent or unwilling, sluggish or dutiless.'

       'Ouch! I somehow feel wounded.'

       'The internet gives us; not willing to work or be energetic; slow-moving (sluggish) and conducive to inactivity or indolence (a lazy Summer day)'

       'Thank you.'

My home is not lazy yet. I deliberately don't use a washing machine even though I own one, and I cook from scratch. I do have a kettle though; I don't rub water vigorously between my hands to heat it for tea.

I said I would look at causality this year. How can my 2026 work for me?

On January 20th 1961, John F Kennedy made his inaugural address which included this: 'Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country!' 

Do I have a false sense of illusion? Do I really 'see' things as they are? Tick Tock?

If I rummage around enough in the toy-box of my head, I find... forgotten gew-gaws and gimcracks; the J.F.K address and the Will Smith film. What do these have in common. It would seem nothing. Civil rights? Strife? On the cusp of attainment or success? And why do I keep returning to being lazy?

This is just playing with toys and making stories from disparate items, isn't it? Well, I don't really think so. When we sleep, we dream. While I don't pretend to understand how we process information to be confident enough to write a paper, I have in the past stated that we are all psychotic and febrile at certain times of our lives; when we sleep. It is good for us. Playing with the toys in our heads lets us sort things out. 

Causality. I am not going to look up what that means. To be honest I don't like the idea that we live linear lives. Oh, we might have a single life from birth through adolescence, maturity, and old age, but I don't want to believe that it is so linear that one thing necessarily leads to another. 'Sliding Doors' with Gwyneth Paltrow, a rom-com from 1998, with Jeanne Tripplehorn in it. We'll come to her momentarily.

Sliding Doors is in one of my favourite film genres of 'What if?' with multiple futures and pasts. Time travel falls into this category. The sliding doors are represented by the doors of a subway train closing before Gwyneth Paltrow can board, or not closing, and so a series of events occur as a consequence, as two distinct story lines. Serendipity or carelessness? 

Jeanne Tripplehorn was in 'Basic Instinct'; 'The Firm' and 'Waterworld'. I can't find anything useful there that can be part of my impromptu story. Aha! she started her acting career on stage, including in Anton Chekhov's 'Three Sisters' on Broadway.

While looking at mise en pièces in studying film-making and plays (French, 'Tearing to pieces') a while ago, I came across Anton Chekhov. According to Brittanica: 'Anton Chekhov, Russian playwright and master of the modern short story. He described the Russian life of his time using a deceptively simple technique devoid of obtrusive literary devices, and he is regarded as the outstanding representative of the late 19th-century Russian realist school.'

https://www.britannica.com › biography › Anton-Chekhov

From my brief studies back then, I discovered the phrase, 'Chekhov's Gun'. According to Search Assist: Chekhov's gun is a storytelling principle that states every element introduced in a story must be necessary to the plot, meaning if something is mentioned, it should have significance later on. This concept helps avoid unnecessary details and ensures that the narrative remains focused and engaging.

While I have so far not understood why conclusions are not a waste of words in an essay with a word limit, I can see the practical use of them when there is no word limit.

'You are alright, how am I?'; 'The pursuit of Happyness'; over-confidence and nervousness; prescience and microwave-cooking; negligent or unwilling, sluggish or dutiless; JFKs inaugural address; the toy-box of my head; rights and strife before success; psychosis and being febrile; linear lives and 'Sliding Doors' (what if?); and Chekhov's Gun.

It is a lot to chew on isn't it? 

First a cursory check on myself and I find that I am not nervous enough (not challenged enough?). If I didn't look at myself from outside of myself (being in two places at once) I would definitely be negligent and dutiless; it would be a dereliction of duty. I am the 'country' I should be looking to do something for, as well as being the recipient of my own resources. Even if I find myself in positions and places in which I do not feel comfortable, I must be on duty in order that I can achieve my goals and consider alternative opportunities. We have to sometimes just shake out the toy box of our heads to see what is there, and when we put everything back it is neater, and we are richer from the experience. And finally Chekov's Gun: Cut the crap and keep only the relevant. Those are the toys I will play with today.

But we had to look in the toy-box first.

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How I measure myself

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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Wednesday 13 August 2025 at 11:58

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How I measure myself

I like to write. Lately, I go to sleep thinking about writing. Some people like to 'do' crossword puzzles and subscribe to monthly collections of logic puzzles; I used to. I have qualifications in marketing, logistics, and accounting, and some others. But I am not measured by my qualifications; neither should I be. 

It has always puzzled me that many people believe that simply because they can prove they have a certificate in a subject that they chose to study, they are worth more than someone else who does not have a certificate of completion. I have been an employer in a logistics related role and paid the workers more than I paid myself each year. What the drivers, porters, and office staff did not have, which I did, was immunity to being dismissed. Of course, I could have been disqualified as a company director; or imprisoned for fraud or something; or a bank might have insisted on repayment of a debt or something. However, I did not run my business in such a way as to place anyone, including employees; stakeholders; or the public; or me, in any more danger than they, or I, might normally be elsewhere. I do not measure my worth by how much money I earn, spend, or have managed to retain. 

My worth is measured this morning, by how many tomatoes there are on my tomato plants.The plants are a metric on how attentive I have been; that is, what I have done to, and with them, up to the present time (Not Great). I can extrapolate from this, a crude idea of how I have been to my neighbours. I have nodded; stopped for brief conversations; and left art supplies outside on the pavement, to be considered as gifts for grandad and grandma; teenagers - with creativity their driving force; and parents , who never considered art as something to do with their young charges. But, like the tomato plants had infrequent watering, I did not take more than a few moments to throw something at my neighbours. Of course, if I was rich, and wrangled extra time from my workers, and showed my wealth off, I could throw off my feigned accent and polysyllabic latinate words, and be worth something, even if I did not grow tomato plants and neighbours - 'I have accomplished everything you consider to be of worth! Tomato plants and sociability be damned, I am good enough!' But, not quite because, I might have won my current financial wealth on the horses, or be a feckless lout and got a windfall on the lottery. These methods are better than having no means of being in receipt of wealth, but far worse than being an international gangster because taking one's position in life is honourable to oneself. Having moneyed parents says that someone in the family wrested valuable time and labour from workers to add to the gain of 'The Family'. Honourable achievement, except if the workers were foreign workers in foreign countries. 'Goose and Gander', I say. That, by the way, is not to say that exploiting foreign people in foreign countries is acceptable; I don't think it is, just as I don't think getting rich by absorbing the majority of other people's time and energy is acceptable. So, what can we do? 

We can wave a piece of paper under the noses of the suspecting crowd and cry, 'I am educated!'; 'I am a chemist; a writer; an artist; an I.T. Specialist', and the wary mob look away.

       'Well, that's alright then. Working in McDonalds is an honourable job for someone with a degree. They are not doing it because they can't do something else.'

The point I am trying to make is, that none of us are worth anything if we do not produce something.

Here is my wealth: I know something about myself - I write posts in a Personal Blog. I am not a blogger. I am a lazy fool with a hobby. I like to write. Lately, I go to sleep thinking about writing. .

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