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Before Chicken Curry cocks his little snook at the thread title it is actually a quotation from one of our finest poets, Philip Larkin.
I was reminded of it when I noticed the latest release in the Dummies series...
http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0470028564/ref=br_lf_li_1_1/026-9104017-6492466
If no books had ever been written about 'how to trade', would this have had such a profound effect on us as we might imagine?
BTW would anybody like to collaborate with me on my latest book
'Trading for the Retarded.' :cheesy:
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A Study of Reading Habits by Philip Larkin
When getting my nose in a book
Cured most things short of school,
It was worth ruining my eyes
To know I could still keep cool,
And deal out the old right hook
To dirty dogs twice my size.
Later, with inch-thick specs,
Evil was just my lark:
Me and my coat and fangs
Had ripping times in the dark.
The women I clubbed with sex!
I broke them up like meringues.
Don't read much now: the dude
Who lets the girl down before
The hero arrives, the chap
Who's yellow and keeps the store
Seem far too familiar. Get stewed:
Books are a load of crap.
I was reminded of it when I noticed the latest release in the Dummies series...
http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0470028564/ref=br_lf_li_1_1/026-9104017-6492466
If no books had ever been written about 'how to trade', would this have had such a profound effect on us as we might imagine?
BTW would anybody like to collaborate with me on my latest book
'Trading for the Retarded.' :cheesy:
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A Study of Reading Habits by Philip Larkin
When getting my nose in a book
Cured most things short of school,
It was worth ruining my eyes
To know I could still keep cool,
And deal out the old right hook
To dirty dogs twice my size.
Later, with inch-thick specs,
Evil was just my lark:
Me and my coat and fangs
Had ripping times in the dark.
The women I clubbed with sex!
I broke them up like meringues.
Don't read much now: the dude
Who lets the girl down before
The hero arrives, the chap
Who's yellow and keeps the store
Seem far too familiar. Get stewed:
Books are a load of crap.