Showing posts with label NatLib Club. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NatLib Club. Show all posts

Saturday, November 23, 2024

DOGE$

 



Remember the adorable Peoples Coin, DOGE$? Sure you do, and some of you may have gone so far as to buy some, probably in 2021 as a kind of "stick it to the Man" gesture after the rigged election. I did, and wasted no time boosting the attractively themed Shiba currency. Boom, up the pup ran to .70+. Nice, and then fell, dismally.

A terrible, bone-chilling decline which saw a lot of people lose a lot of money, especially retail who borrowed on tight margins. Oops. But some didn't, some held onto their digital bets, and good for you if you did because DOGE$ is surging.




Yep, right up there to around .50 and currently consolidating at .43, representing what? 370% ROI YTD. Smart people bought back in when the lovable coin fell to a mind numbingly low price of .08 at the end of last year. Give yourselves a big pat on the back. The future?




Who knows, it's a wild ride and I'm looking for everyone's favorite digital currency to hit 1$ and then 10$. If and when it does, you're all invited to join me for big drinks on the terrace of the club, or perhaps we'll just have a room to ourselves or both. Till then, buy low, sell high.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Saturday, February 18, 2023

Get Back

 



There it was, the urban glory of WC1, and then the nightmare that is Heathrow's Terminal Three. This used to be vaguely congenial, I recall, but presents itself now as some kind of psychotic night club in a bus station sponsored by Hermes, Gucci and Tissot. 

Nightmare? Yes, but word to the wise, you can buy an airplane book at WH Smiths and a surprisingly cheap sandwich at the Boots pharmacy franchise for £1.50. I bought several, along with Nial Gaiman's Neverwhere and headed through the madding crowd to Gate 36.




The sandwiches were tasty, bizarrely, Neverwhere entertaining and the flight easy and fast, getting into DFW an hour early. What can I say, an exception which proved the rule. And then touchdown on the DFW runway and there we were, home. A taxi ride later I was back in the sylvan idyll of Winnetka Heights, Dallas, and a warm welcome from Ma LSP, "Champagne?" Most assuredly yes.

So that was that, a successful recce patrol across the Atlantic and back to Texas, safe and sound. Lessons learned? Don't lose your phone and bank card after carousing at the jolly old NatLib, do go to Mass at the excellent St. Peter's London Docks and while you're at it, spare a thought for Turner's Old Star 'round the corner from the church, well worth the visit.




In other news, CONUS is being attacked by balloons in a vicious act of asymmetrical warfare, the Scottish National Party (SNP) is in tranny turmoil and the dear old Church of England's gone even gayer than it was already, which is saying something.

Get back,

LSP