Basic costing of the supplied, content, cloud infrastructure and systems administration

Aws vm setup & config.        £3000.
installation of content.          £5000.
Bespoke branding.                £2000.
Systems Administration
Training, Content Creation.
Training.                                £15000.

Yearly support (2hr sla)     £25000.

I think that’s very generous for an EBS, each client of the client will have usage sold on to them at a minimum RRP of £75000 which works out as £2500 per annum per client user (assumption 30 client users) .

At the bear minimum a customer could have the vm and content. At £8000.


Today the family is starting a diet

Yup, we are all fatties, I’ve been loosing weight somehow, I don’t know what I’ve been doing but today I’m gonna formalise it.

DW has a lovely squidgy jelly roll, but she hates it. She’s also pretty pissed that she can’t get into my trousers as I’m now a couple of sizes thinner than her. There is actually bugger all I can do to regulate her diet, but I’ll give it a shot.

This is an example of why theists are stupid

A g-d bother who claims that atheist sees g-d as improbable don’t obviously know the difference between an atheist and an agnostic.

Improbable, includes a possibility. G-d does not exist, for me its actual not probable. I cannot believe in a g-d, regardless of what chumps say.

Unknown Pleasures, love will tear us apart again

Ta….. DUM(strum)……Ta DUM(strum)….. dada dada dada ddddddaaaaddadadada Ta DUM Ta DUM dadadadadadadadadadadadaaaaaadaaadaaa DUM.

The intro to the seminal track by Joy Division, is ricocheting around my skull.

When routine bites hard,
And ambitions are low,
And resentment rides high,
But emotions won’t grow,
And we’re changing our ways,
Taking different roads.

Then love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.

Why is the bedroom so cold?
You’ve turned away on your side.
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect runs so dry.
Yet there’s still this appeal
That we’ve kept through our lives.

But love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.

You cry out in your sleep,
All my failings exposed.
And there’s a taste in my mouth,
As desperation takes hold.
Just that something so good
Just can’t function no more.

But love, love will tear us apart again.

I saw JoyDiv a year before Ian Curtis committed suicide, I understand now.

I’m sitting in softplay, my children are running around having fun, there is a mist of tears in my eyes and a pain in my eyes, nose and throat as I hold the tears back. The nightmares have moved from sleep to wakefulness.

This is the start of my decent.

What happens when an alcoholic hits rock bottom

This is our story, yours will be different, bet the theme is the same. Rockbottom for an alky, isn’t that hangover from hell. Its the wasteland of life that is created by being addicted to alcohol. Rockbottom, comes way after the blackout drinking binges, it ‘s when an alcoholic realises the enormity of the chaos, that alcoholism brings.

Late last year, my wife sort of accepted she had a problem. She was ordered by social services to attend a clinic, this was part and parcel of a child protection plan we have in place, because of our year from hell.

She attended and duly passed, with the A4 laminated certificate. On the surface she’s getting better, I’m sure most alkies who read this will recognise that phrase, it’s a lie you say to yourself to hide from the depths of your problem.

We hit rockbottom yesterday, in three months time we will be homeless, no where to live, with two young children. It’s made so much worst because on the surface we are very well off. A gross income of GBP 80,000 (USD 134000 CAD 148000 AUD 145000 ), if I go back to work it will double.

Yet because of DW stupidities with money because she had to drink, the ill thought out decisions, like putting the kids into independent school. Alcohol impairs judgement, that’s why its illegal to drink and drive. Yet it’s not illegal to drink and make financial decisions.

We’ve now got pretty poor credit histories, I have as well because I bailed her out and absorbed chunks of her debt. As an example she ran up £6500 worth of unsecured debt, which I paid off, three months later she committed us to  paying for a nanny, where DW paid her well over what she was worth (£40 per hour) because she didn’t think it through, mostly because she was thinking about where her next drink was coming from.

So now we have hit rockbottom, our children have emotional scars which are only going to become worst once we become homeless.

What I don’t think alkies realise is the impact that they have on those around them. They sort of do in the vague sense that it allows them to justify more drinking, but they don’t stop to say to themselves, my actions are actually destroying someone else’s life, how selfish am I just because I’m addicted to a drink that impairs the way I think and my judgement.

I don’t quite know what to do next, we can’t keep on like this. We need help and advice but where to get it from?

The middle class homeless, we’re about to fall into a hole

Five years ago, we declared bankruptcy, this was just at the start of the credit crunch. A three month period of unemployment, stretched our finances to breaking point, the bank foreclosed. So just before we had to declare bankruptcy, we returned the house to the bank and rented.

This has turned out not to be a blessing in disguise as now, we have to move as our landlord won’t renew our tenancy. If we try to rent now, because our credit score is so bad, the computer says no.

So how do we get somewhere to live? We’re both professionals, when I was working and not a stay at home dad, my gross income was £80k, DW’s income is roughly the same, we are both in the top 5% of UK wage earners, yet here we are. We are three months away from becoming homeless.

It’s ridiculous, most of the time it’s you can’t get a job because you don’t have a home. Here we are, we can get jobs but can’t get a home.

It’s farcical, I work in Financial Services in the City of London, I can get a job as long as I am not a financial decision maker, that’s what the Financial Conduct Authority says. I don’t wish to show off but I’ve got a MSc in Business Systems Analysis and Computer Science, a BTEC Diploma in Business and Finance, a BTEC Diploma in Business(Accounting) and a BTEC Diploma in Business(Law) as well as BSc in Archeological Sciences. Pretty good set of qualifications, The BTEC’s I did as part-time courses so I could actually be a domain expert in what a business needs and does, frankly I have no problems getting a job even though I’m old and well past my sell by date, as far as the yout is concerned.

The fact that I constantly improve my skills by being on the bleeding edge of SW Development. But that means nothing with trying to find a home.

There are some things I miss in a monogamous relationship

I miss the thrill of getting someone and discovering the things they’ll do and how they do it. Everyone does sex their own way. It’s fun to discover, every-bodies bodies are different and beautiful in their own way. One of the reasons I like going down so much is that I get a good close-up on a woman’s intimate bits, the shape, colour, texture. Wonderful, I always found it very exciting the first time, I’d peel the knickers down and get to see if a woman was smooth, stubbly, trimmed or full-fur, and the colour of the fuzz too. I’ve slept with a number of redheads and the difference in colour has taken my breath away. I once had a one night stand with a girl called Bekki and she had pubes like a little red brillo pad. I spent an age, pressing her pubes down and watching them spring back into place. It was fascinating,  I loved it.

Another redhead, Selina, was much more ginger and had quite a lot of fuzz around her lips, when she got wet, it ran like a river and dripped of the fuzz, it looked rather sweet.

I’ve always found blonds to be quite sparse when they’ve been full fur and natural. Louise, was an almost platinum blond, really fair, but she was a bit too body conscious and wouldn’t let me go down on her too much.

Girls with stubble have always been my favourite a week or twos worth of growth about five millimeters. I was sleeping with this one girl Lindsay, and she’d trim down with clippers once a week, every time we had sex, I’d trim off a few of her pubes as a keepsake.

Oonagh on the other hand was totally Au-natural and often there would be the spiders legs sticking out of the edges of her thongs.

Now by and far the best pussy ever is my wife’s, our first time together, I eased her knickers off and she had a lovely mound of blondish pubes. I was quite surprised as this was ten years ago and nearly all the girls I’d been sleeping with were totally smooth. DW on the other han had this wonderful curl just above her clithood. Just as I was about to go down on her for the very first time, the rhyme “there was a girl who had a curl, right in the middle of her forehead, when she was good she was very very good, when she was bad she was horrid”. Well it turned out she was very good indeed.

Not long after that, she waxed and for the best part of ten years she’s been completely smooth, but recently, I mentioned I’d like to see her sporting a rectangle of fuzz. Wow, its lovely I get my nose tickled while I’m eating her.