{ Step back to last Sunday }
I found my self going out for some Turkish coffee down the road, to wage war on my hangover .
The night before id done something that I hadn't done in ages . I went out for a few beers, and then decided to go on teh pull ( for those of you unfamiliar with this term it is pretty much like the mating ritual of Neanderthal man but with beer and poor chatup lines substituted for the lack of clubs and ugg vocabulary . )
Venturing to a club i wouldn't normally associate myself with . One filled to the brim with the sort of people who frequent Tenerife or Lanzarote every year and naively believe that in doing so they are " broadening their horizons " .
The shock was, I did actually enjoy myself . I enjoyed dancing to grease classics , snogging every bird who looked at me for longer that a few seconds ( including one newlywed ) and i did enjoyed drinking till it hurt .I even enjoyed the dodgy kebab i bought afterwards and nearly getting in to a fight at the taxi rank .
The next day i had a smile on my face , despite the hangover . I realised i have been working to hard and i really needed to let my hair down . I cant go clubbing much anymore cause i have to be semi ok the next day, so this all fitted nicely .
As i walked of to get my coffee , i was awstruck by the weather . The air was cold but the sky was a deep blue and the sun was touching all the buildings in just the right way, as if it was staging it for re-sale or some important visitor .
As i sat by the water of Leith and drank my coffee i felt very lucky to be a part of everything , and in for the first time, in a long time, felt contentment .
As i walked home however i got a sense for the first time that i could be walking into a trap .
Right now i stand to sell three of my sandwich bar franchise's by the beginning of next year .
This will provide an income large enough not to own my own , not to do that much work at-all .
My plan then is to go to London , do some deal with this banker down there and roll out 15 of these things within three years , back it with bank debt and through selling shares based on future profits and then sell it of in a trade sale to the highest bidder .
This could net me a few million if it works , but then again this could all blow up in my face , and which ever way it goes it will be a colossal undertaking and very stressful.
So do i stay in my perfect city , take it slowly and build a decent living , have a nice flat , a good car and sleep well at nights , or do i go for broke and cash all my chips in for that big pot of gold , a better car , a big house , several dogs and wife with a double barrelled name .
I am still undecided , but then again the weather has turned and i now cant see nice buildings for the lashing rain and the thick har .
Maybe ill just drink some more ,then decide
I found my self going out for some Turkish coffee down the road, to wage war on my hangover .
The night before id done something that I hadn't done in ages . I went out for a few beers, and then decided to go on teh pull ( for those of you unfamiliar with this term it is pretty much like the mating ritual of Neanderthal man but with beer and poor chatup lines substituted for the lack of clubs and ugg vocabulary . )
Venturing to a club i wouldn't normally associate myself with . One filled to the brim with the sort of people who frequent Tenerife or Lanzarote every year and naively believe that in doing so they are " broadening their horizons " .
The shock was, I did actually enjoy myself . I enjoyed dancing to grease classics , snogging every bird who looked at me for longer that a few seconds ( including one newlywed ) and i did enjoyed drinking till it hurt .I even enjoyed the dodgy kebab i bought afterwards and nearly getting in to a fight at the taxi rank .
The next day i had a smile on my face , despite the hangover . I realised i have been working to hard and i really needed to let my hair down . I cant go clubbing much anymore cause i have to be semi ok the next day, so this all fitted nicely .
As i walked of to get my coffee , i was awstruck by the weather . The air was cold but the sky was a deep blue and the sun was touching all the buildings in just the right way, as if it was staging it for re-sale or some important visitor .
As i sat by the water of Leith and drank my coffee i felt very lucky to be a part of everything , and in for the first time, in a long time, felt contentment .
As i walked home however i got a sense for the first time that i could be walking into a trap .
Right now i stand to sell three of my sandwich bar franchise's by the beginning of next year .
This will provide an income large enough not to own my own , not to do that much work at-all .
My plan then is to go to London , do some deal with this banker down there and roll out 15 of these things within three years , back it with bank debt and through selling shares based on future profits and then sell it of in a trade sale to the highest bidder .
This could net me a few million if it works , but then again this could all blow up in my face , and which ever way it goes it will be a colossal undertaking and very stressful.
So do i stay in my perfect city , take it slowly and build a decent living , have a nice flat , a good car and sleep well at nights , or do i go for broke and cash all my chips in for that big pot of gold , a better car , a big house , several dogs and wife with a double barrelled name .
I am still undecided , but then again the weather has turned and i now cant see nice buildings for the lashing rain and the thick har .
Maybe ill just drink some more ,then decide
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lovely
thats crazy man, i say go for broke, i reckon it will work well, samwich bars always go well, couldn't you like keep one for your self as back up and then do the expantion with the rest and if that go's tits up you still have one..?
just an idea