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Imagine your life as a boat ride. You are born... the boat gets champagne cracked across its bow. Ouch. Well, that's not fair.
Then you slide backwards into the harbor. Yes, we all start out life sliding backwards, not really knowing what is going on behind us.
After a period of testing in the kindergarten/harbor, we strike out for the open seas. That's about our teenage time, into turbulent waters for sure.
Then it's all about endurance... plunging headlong into stormy waves that represent the world and all its challenges.
A long time goes by when we only see flotsam and jetsam, birds and the occasional whale.
Life's like that too... lots of boring activity with some infrequent excitement scattered about.
Then - a port! Could be our first overseas trip, getting married, or or first job.
Followed by more seafaring boredom.
Then another port, sea, then another port. But never close enough to maintain our interest.
Life floats on by for a while. Then we hit an iceberg and sink.
OK, let's stop here before its gets a little messy :)
Guess the missing component here...
I was a recreational motorcyclist for many years. But never again.
I'll tell you why in a minute.
First, I should explain that for the best part of 25 years, rain and shine, I went to work on one, rode round the weekends on one, visited places on one, rode in groups (not that often) on one.
I even rode across the Nullabor plains in Australia on one.
And I had a funny attitude to motorcycling. I wasn't content to just ride around the place, startling grandmothers and scaring young children (not really, that's just to make me sound interesting... when in fact I'm quite boring).
No, I was a perfectionist.
I rode like a policeman on a training course. I had a routine... I had to ride to a stop before putting one foot down. My cornering was precise. I rode fast but extremely defensively... always looking for an escape route, headlights on, all of it.
And it worked... I only had one accident in all those years, a quarter century of riding. The small scar on my cheek - I tell anyone remotely interested - was from wrestling a bear in a Russian forest. (I later changed that to saving a diplomat's young child from a pack of savage bears on a mountain - it got more sympathy).
Nowadays I prefer the comfort and safety of cars... and the more luxurious the better, as you've read in my previous articles. I've owned everything from an Aston Martin to classic sports cars, utilities and luxury saloons like the Lexus hybrid, the LS600hL. Former Beatle Paul McCartney had one of those... I'm in good company, but better off since I didn't get it airfreighted to me :)
What made the change?
"I went to Monaco in my shirtsleeves?" After all, doesn't everyone wear short sleeved shirts there, in the south of France?
Well, I did it differently. In fact, yesterday I traveled from Britain - where I was visiting - all the way down to the bottom of France.
A 2 hour flight.
I caught a helicopter at Nice Airport, and flew in to Monaco over the sea. A 7 minute flight.
Monaco - the heart of James Bond's casino, home to billionaires, exotic cars and the most expensive real estate in the world. And I enjoyed every manicured inch of it immensely.
Then at the end of that day, I caught another helicopter back to the airport, and traveled all the way back to UK. In my shirtsleeves. No coat, no bags.
I simply put my passport and wallet into one trouser pocket, my iPhone into another, and travelled light - thousands of kilometers across the world. Packed it all into one day and it was an adventure. I was able to do it because the weather was predicted to be quite hot, so I didn't want to carry a coat with me.
I didn't need anything else - I could always buy food, clothing or anything I needed on the way.
And the trip was a resounding success.
But there was one place I didn't visit during my time there, and it will surprise you...
He stared at the tv screen in disbelief. The last number dropped out of the lottery barrel... and he knew he and his wife's days as house renters were over.
One million dollars... all theirs... to BUY the house they wanted, upgrade the car, travel more often.
He had planned this for years and knew exactly where the money would be spent. And one of his first moves would be to ring Ken Silver and tell him that the Silver Lotto System had struck gold!
Then he remembered, and slapped his forehead with shock and annoyance...
I almost crashed into a giant 18-wheeler truck a few minutes ago.
My wife said - not that calmly...in fact, in a slight panic - "It's turning, it's turning!" as I barreled down the side of this enormous behemoth. The truck gave a mighty blast on its horn as it started turning across our lane.
And on the spot, I invented a new phrase: Situational Blindness.
My wife would have called it - and me - several different names, but thankfully she stopped when I put on the brakes and saved us.
How could I miss that truck about to turn? I asked myself that question as I was driving home.
After all, the truck had indicators blinking, several of them - all the way down the side. And it was turning slightly as I came through.
But I took no notice because I assumed he wouldn't make the turn.
And here's where I went askew...
First, a little explanation...
I have 2 identical blogs. Well, this one is prettier than the other, but the writing and content is the same on both.
One is a backup to the other.
One started in 2004, the other September 8th this year. Yep, last month.
I'm taking the most-read figures from the most recent one, because people love up-to-date stuff. So I took the highest-read posts (which are my newsletters, since I put them up on the blog straight after), and here they are:
I answer the doorbell. Two plumbers are standing there, smiling. "We've come to install your new bathroom basins," said Graham, and I invite them inside.
An hour passes and the bell goes again.
"Hi," said the taller of the two men standing there, "We're here to put in your new shower glass."
I point them in the direction of the bathrooms, and leave them to work.
As I sip a cup of green tea I can hear them whistling, and from the floor below I can hear banging as the plumbers get on with installing the sinks.
And by the end of the day they're finished and the bathrooms look superb.
The next day I saunter down to my local lottery store and make small talk with Rabib as he puts my tickets through the machine.
Rabib is an overweight version of the drugstore owner in the Simpsons cartoon. Except his English is very poor...we barely understand each other.
He's good at counting out prizes though...done that often over the years.
And so the next day I go down to put my tickets through the machine checker.
Want to know how to get mind-bogglingly r.i.c.h - quicker than anyone in your street, or town?
It's sort of easy.
The Secret Formula To Wealth is simply this:
At any random time throughout your life, most stuff will sell for a song. Here's some extreme examples...
- The latest figures out on the prices of American high end luxury residences show mansion prices are dropping. Celebrity real estate suffers the most because these stars buy homes as soon as they get a check from their latest film - not when it's the best time to buy.
- That exotic Ferrari will be sold at a knockdown price because the economy is in a spin and the owner wants cash fast. Happened in our country last weekend to a property developer.
- Aaron Spelling's monster mansion in California was on the market for $150 million, and languished there for 28 months before being bought recently by Petra Ecclestone for a mere $85 million.
- That popular artist will die one day, and suddenly his paintings will rocket in value. Get in ahead and you're in clover.
- If you wait long enough, tomatoes will eventually fall to half their price. As the food buyer in our house, I know this.
So almost anything can be bought at a huge discount - at the right time. All you have to do is:
Someone wise - wielding a calculator, obviously - said that the internet now is sooooo big, we cannot read even a fraction of it in our entire lifetime.
Even speed-reading 24 hours a day while being spoon fed by a dedicated chef. It's a knowledge monster.
So I thought I'd bring a selected 5 of the the most interesting bits to you this morning. Some good - some not so sunny... just like life itself:
For many months I kept looking at the two small irritable patches on my arm. One was bigger than the other.
And I kept on thinking about my teenage years when the fierce southern hemisphere sun beat down on my fair skin.
Sometimes I got brown - the ultimate fit-in cool factor back in the days when cooking your skin was fashionable. But many times I got severely burnt...and put up with it because the popular thinking back then was 'no pain, no gain.' After the peeling it always looked better.
And as I looked at these two small raised and crusty marks about the size of a grain of rice, I decided to do something about them.
So I went to Dr Google. Oh yeah, sensible choice.
I first began to realize the real difference between the rich and the rest of the world when I read a magazine article recently.
A lovely couple had won over $10 million and shifted to Australia. In the photo spread they were posing in front of a palatial double story house with an acre of lawn...that the husband mowed himself.
I did a double take. Turns out he had nothing to do after leaving his job, so he spent some of the week mowing this vast area of grass. Just to occupy himself.
I didn't quite know what to make of it. Here was a man who could afford to buy a dozen lawn mowing franchises outright, and he still did his own grass clipping...just to keep busy.
Well, it's not that unusual. In a minute I'll tell you about a millionaire who vacuums his own house.
This morning on YouTube I watched a homegrown robot built like a meccano set kick a ball. Only took a couple of minutes to line it up :)
What is it about robot-builders that makes them construct replicas of ourselves, when only a tiny percent of the world's population doesn't even kick a tin can? I can't remember the last time I kicked a ball, yet kicking and running are the high skill factors they try and build in to these mechanical marvels.
Sure, I know it is really an advanced from of locomotion they are trying to show off.
But what about delivering me a freshly cooked breakfast in bed instead? I would pay big money for that. Kicking a ball around the back yard with a robot which responds every two minutes, not really.
A reader mistook me for one of these robot kicking wannabe's.
He wrote to me on my new support desk, and said - rather amusingly I thought:
Every morning before breakfast I go out my garage door (so I can pass by and drink in the shape of my sleek Bentley Continental, sitting there gleaming in the semi darkness).
Out to the driveway to retrieve the morning paper. The same one I occasionally hear plopping on the ground outside my bedroom window an hour before, then the delivery car driving away in the dark.
And each time as I pick it up...round sunrise...I wonder why I still subscribe to the delivery.
Because I know this familiar shape of folded paper in a plastic bag will contain much bad news, some murder and a lot of mayhem.
That's how newspapers make their money...by feeding our gullible minds with negativity we crave...to make our ordinary lives appear better than the unfortunates we're reading about.
And as I spread it out on the kitchen table, parked under my bowl of cereal or plate of omelette, I wonder again why I still read it.
Who murdered who. World economy crashing. Weather going to kill us all as it wipes out the planet.
Many positive and successful people say...
Jessie L emailed me and wrote: "Ken, I like your enthusiasm. You write and keep writing day after day. You make me feel good about playing and winning the lottery."
That comment means more to me than all the winner's testimonials.
Because what I enjoy most is people winning and putting a smile on their faces. There aren't many 'happy' organisations or services. Sure, when you get your car fixed that's a big relief... until the bill comes in.
After the cheering was over, and everyone round the TV stopped clapping you on the back, it was time to kill the party.
You taped your winning ticket to your chest.
And then spent a sleepless night tossing and turning.
And wondering... how were you going to spend $30 milllion!
In the morning you rang your mother.
She was delighted for you, of course. Moms always are.
After she had finished congratulating you, she had a thought.
"Hey," she said, "I think I bought a ticket for last night too."
The phone went dead as she dropped the receiver and went away to look for it. Then you heard the screams [...]
My mother-in-law is 97. And she's an active, cheery women with great energy.
She remembers the days when she used to carry a purse or wallet around with her, filled with money.
And every time she needed something, she pulled out some of it from her wallet and gave it across the counter. She used to put her housekeeping money in a number of jars.
Each time the electricity came due, she pulled it out of that jar out and went downtown to her branch to pay the account. Though the jar system has long gone, old habits die hard and for some payments she still uses cash. Even today when accounts are online, many people still...
Let me be blunt...
What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the price of my products to go any further down?
No. This is the lowest you'll see them. If I gave more discount this would upset my other loyal buyers who would feel ripped off. I don't do that.
Are you waiting to read more testimonials to make you more confident in my system?
I have hundreds. Take a look at some here: /winners
Are you waiting for your game's tickets to get cheaper?
Nope, nothing ever goes down in price!
So, what?
For a while I didn't collect testimonials from Silver Lotto System winners because I didn't have a place for them. Now I have.
OUR two friends and my wife and I sat down at an outside cafe table one recent afternoon.
And everything was wrong about it.
Our friends were generous people who wanted to shout us a meal. And they had chosen this place for its low price because they were on a budget.
But nothing suited me. The table next door was filled with tattooed, cursing teens.
The cafe was also a bar... both my wife and I don't drink. Beer bottles littered the tables.
Smoke from many of the diners drifted over and enveloped us. I hate smoking.
So I...
The lottery-predicting frog had some startling successes. PHOTO: Nong Oui
When local Tongsai Boommrungsai spotted a frog in her garden holding a young chick in its mouth, she stared straight into the frogs protruding eyes and demanded that it drop it.
There are many stories about lottery winners losing their tickets and then miraculously finding them again, or winning on Friday the 13th. But how about these lucky winners who got their wins in some very strange ways? Let’s dive right in…
A NASCAR speedway and lottery commission created the largest scratch-off ticket ever made, setting a new Guinness World Record.
You couldn’t make this up.. four amazing coincidences with the $1 million prize that Alexander McLeish of Attleborough got from a friend after his open heart surgery.
It’s quite unique. Canadian law prohibits ‘disposing of any property by lots, cards, tickets or any mode of chance’ whatsoever…
You couldn't make this up. When Florida resident Bill Kelly gave one of three lottery tickets to his family pet, little did he realize what the outcome would be.
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