September 17th, 2011

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500 Plus Journal Entries for The Umbrella Organisation

Rather belatedly, I have just realised that we now have 500 + journal entries/posts for The Umbrella Organisation. So ...

Party Party Party - Sherlockian Cocktails all round!



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I used to throw these virtual parties all the time. We have not had one for a while. Now is as good a time as any. I successfully completed the 10 mile Maggie's London Night Hike yesterday (more on this later) and a very wise person says that there are good omens and karma on the road ahead for me (obviously we all know he is saying this just to be supportive and encouraging but just for once I am going to believe that it is the case!).

The same wise person sent me this poem earlier in the year. As it happens, it was one of my favourites. I am trying to live (and die!) by it. If I am honest, what I will say is that over the last 6 months sometimes I have succeeded in delivering on this and at other times I have failed miserably. But I have been trying and that is what counts (at least, that is what counts in my book!).

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

- Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)