Sven Goran Eriksson
Ex England football manager Sven Goran Erikkson and I have one thing in common. We are both 66. There the similarities end.
Harry the blogger
He is a multi-millionaire. I am not.
He has a fine head of hair. I do not.
He is slim. I frequently but sensibly diet.
He is tall. I am not.
He is paid millions to be a failure in his job. I am a pensioner.
He cruises the world first class. I have an inside cabin.
He has a glamorous model girl friend half his age. I sleep with a pensioner.
He continuously has to prove himself. I am content.
He has to keep himself trim to maintain his image. I walk everywhere, loving it.
He doesn’t eat ice cream as it’s fattening. I love a 99.
He flits from woman to woman. I have a fantastic wife of 41 years.
Has he had Botox? I laugh a lot.
He has money. I don’t care about money as long as I have sufficient.
He is always after the next deal. So what?
He never seems content with his life. I am.
Very few writers earn more than £10,000 annually. Harry is one of the poorer ones. He is no longer middle-aged, as he knows no-one who is getting on for 140. Literary success has come with an attempt at maturity – failed both – but marital stability with Pam has more than compensated.
He is an accomplished speaker, talking on a variety of topics, including how not to run a hotel, buried secrets, and what’s it worth. See Harry The Talker. He has five published books, see Harry The Writer. He is Eastbourne’s only licensed sight-seeing guide see Harry The Walker. He has a daily blog see Harry The Blogger. The only site not purchased is www.harrytheeverything.com but that might come, who knows.
He was a London funeral director for many years, then started Cheam Limousines in 1990, selling some thirteen years later. Arriving in Eastbourne in the Summer of 2003, Harry and Pam first bought a small guest house, then a large hotel, which proved to be disastrous because of their business partnership with a moron from California.
He now walks, and talks, sometimes both at the same time.