I’m a bit of a hunter gatherer type. I like the appeal of free fayre springing up round and about in the countryside, the fresh fruit and vegatables that any tom, dick or harry can pick up for free. Left to grow, cultivate themselves and continue the Saṃsāra of life.
I’d like to do some on-campus. It’s not something you can explain, but a lot of the more subtle aspects of learning are done face to face in an environment, so I thought that seeing as I was spending for my future, it’s an investment worth making.
Financial Trading is basically a course in day trading with a certificate at the end provided by the British Accreditation Council, the recognised government body.
What is ‘day trading’?
To those of you not familiar, day trading is trading financial assets or futures on the digital markets. That’s stocks shares and commodities mostly, although you can trade in indices and currencies such as the Hong Kong Dollar or the Pound.
The prices of these assets and currencies, or ‘instruments’ as they call them, changes constantly, the name of the game is predicting the size and direction of the moves, and being on the right side of it!
I’ve been day trading for about 4 years.
I think last month was the first time I’ve made any money out of it but it’s something I’ve always been interested in.
Yes indeed. This was the scene just outside Deddington when I went on my cycle ride yesterday.
A trailer loaded with bails had toppled over and crushed the motorist inside.
An ambulance was in attendance when I arrived and the road had been closed to all traffic.
It didn’t look too serious, but the motorist had obviously received some injuries looking at the state of the vehicle and the emergency. So, serious but not that serious.
Had it have been a cheaper vehicle than the BMW in certain it would have been a lot more so.
Adjourn to pub
Took this as a sign from god to adjourn to the pub where a group of motorists travelling on the A4260 had had the same idea.
Another ambulance and a police car arrived while I was having my Amstel in the beer garden of the Red Lion in the sunshine.
The police got a round of applause when they arrived, they must have felt proud.
During the course of the day I cycled around some of the villages in the Cherwell Valley. It sure was hot! and I had to stop off and get some water, not that I didn’t have some on the bike, but I discovered this ancient water fountain with an inscription over the top, like something out of a fighting fantasy book!
I’m not sure about the health and safety implications etc. but drink I did, being a bit of a risk taker and all that.
Moored up in the center of Banbury, right near Spicegirlsballs park, named after the Spicegirls who once lost their balls in the park.
Why they call it Spiceball I’ve not been able to find out, as yet. Suffice to know, I’m moored up in the middle of it and I’ve not seen any spice girls yet, not the famous type, or spice balls for that matter. There’s a bakery behind me. Don’t think there’s much spice going off in there. Smells mostly like baking bread at the moment. For the moment, the spiceball bit remains a mystery.
Life here is different, noisier and more populated than what I’m used to.
When I first moved down. I was aware of the sound of the factory behind me, and wondered how much it would affect my sleep, so I gave it a couple of nights to find out if all the banging and whirring would keep me awake. Suffice to say, it didn’t. Well not too much anyhow….
Now I’m here on day 3. I like the fact there are more people around, it makes a change from being out in the middle of no-where. I had a ride down the towpath yesterday on my bike in the reasonable weather. The next stop South is a long way off.
There are stops on the way down. But they a) don’t have parking b) they don’t have solar c) they don’t have mobile signal.
Any one of those three makes it a bit of a ‘no-no’. All three together…. It’s like mega-too-much.
So it’s Spiceballs all the way for the moment. Factories or no factories.
In the meantime
Things have been happening around the boat, in one way or another.
For a start, I’ve moved down.
This is the Fine Lady bread factory! Haven’t seen the fine lady yet. Maybe that comes later.
As you can see, it’s right close to the old window…
This is the boat next to mine. Flowery business that it is. Two women came past me in it earlier, Here it stopped just next to the ‘Castle Quay’ shopping arcade which is Banbury central and about a 5 minute walk away from my house.