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Tuesday, 30 December 2014

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"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only"





And there you have it, Dickens couldn't have put it better himself in a Tale of Two Cities. So where are we guy? Five months from a General Election where the general population believe that there is a choice of two on the menu with a tickle or two on the ivories, for a change, if you want to protest the status quo. I am one of those strange creatures who likes the month of January because it brings promises of false hope and renewal and like a sucker I believe it every time. Anything that takes us further from Christmas and the New Year is Ok with me. So what does 2015 have in store for the Shark Fisherman and more importantly what does it have in store for YOU because in reality YOU are the only one who counts. It's not all about the Bass. It's all about YOU and don't forget that. You need to seize 2015 by the scrotum and swing it above your head because as sure as eggs is eggs if YOU don't nobody else will. I hope to do a bit more travelling! I don't enjoy the 'getting there' of travel. I enjoy being at the destination but the getting there is a drag. I'm sure that it's the same for YOU. We have so much in common YOU and I. I write this Blog and YOU read it. I believe in YOU because YOU believe in me. YOU do believe in me, Don't YOU! In reality we care very little about the world and others, we might think we do but we care about ourselves. ME, ME, ME and then another Christmas comes round and another New Year and in reality we are back in the same position in OUR heads. You're getting tired of me emphasizing in Caps Lock now so I shall stop. Don't stop believing in yourself because the snag is we do need other people to believe in us if we are to realise our short term goal of becoming famous or infamous. We need people to read our work, listen to us singing, appreciate our science. People who need people.....that's a song isn't it? Somewhere along the line we have been led to believe that we don't need eachother. The stealthy death of community. Was there ever such a thing? I believe that there must have been but even I am too young to remember it. We have been divided by trickle down economics and by the bright shiny objects in the shops. We can but hope that you will find a way to put you back into the Community in 2015. I'm sure you will. Thank you for following my Blog! God who am I kidding, It's all about that Bass!


         




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