The Magnificent Seven

Some people believe everything happens in threes.Maybe it does.Although, of late my destiny appears to be squarely in the hands of the number 7.On 7th of January I signed on the dole for the first time.It was also the day that my Mum went into hospital in the last throes of lung cancer.On the 7th of February she died.On the 7th of March,after two years and 490 job applications I started a new job after a 10 minute telephone interview.The job,bizarrely was the first job I pulled off the machine in the Job Centre! On the 7th of April I received my first paycheck.At the time I was maxed out everywhere.The wolves weren't so much at my door-step,they had their tongues through the letterbox.I wonder what event awaits on the 7th of May.On the 7th of June I have my review.If all goes well the Jaguar XF will be on the driveway shortly after and I really will be in 7th heaven.I can't help feeling guilty about being so happy and 'on top' in the wake of all that's happened of late.But I guess thats only natural.Say La V!!

Some Guys Have All the Luck

Round about this time of year,I usually get the feeling that my luck is about to change.Could it be because I'm an Aries child or could it be something to do with the pesky Pisky I carry around with me(and have done since I was 9!) wherever I go.Generally, I have always been a lucky bar-steward, and I know Napolean preferred his bar-stewards to be of the lucky variety,but this time of year my luck usually goes into overdrive.This year has been no different.At the beginning of the month I entered a competition to win two VIP tickets worth over £400 for a glittering prize.The tickets were for the Everton FC 25th Anniversary of the last time we had a great team! The reason I entered was that, the closing date for the competion was 3 DAYS BEFORE the competition was announced on the club website.I smelt a rat.Somebody at the club had messed up.Within a hour the competition had been relegated to the achives.I knew I was onto something.Only 6 punters had seen the article.The gala night was also only 3 days away.So over the weekend I emailed the contact to find out when the winners would be announced.I was told the winners would find out on Sunday.Sunday came and went.But on Monday, the day of the event,I got the call to say I had won the tickets! I love it when a plan comes together.And what a night it was.Black tie,Champagne all the way,a meal,and a photo call with the class of 85.I was like a kid in a sweetshop.
We are only halfway through the month and I get a call from an anxious owner of a lap dancing bar in the city.He was having some problems with his licence application and could I help! Like Mr Wolf in Pulp Fiction,I was there before he put the phone down.It's a hard life!