We’re on the move
We are off to http://www.pensionplaypen.com and you’ll be finding yourself reading future pension blogs from there not here.
Money my friends! I can’t make any money out of wordpress and the last 930 blogs have been published withhout the valuable incentive of spondoolees from advertisers and the like.
http://www.pensionplaypen.com has got steady advertising and is a commercial site. Soon it will be launching “paid for” services to help companies onbard good workplace pensions and stay the right side of the Regulagtor in the operation of auto-enrolment.
It makes sense to bring the potential revenues from your valuable eyeballs to the attention of my advertisers.
Infact they are expecting you!
So how’s this going to impact you, my loyal readership. Well were this left to me, it would be a feckin disaster and you would be cussing the Plowman for leaving you in some dead-man’s gulch on the internet without so much as a bottle of Evian (note sinister product placement)
But thanks to my keymen Mr Andrew Walker and Mr Steven Weiss and with the able assistance of my ops director Mr Martin Condoer and my compliance and proof-reading friend Miss Hannah Clarke, this blog will migrate to http://www.pensionplaypen.com seamlessly over the next few weeks.
It might be typo-free by Christmas
It will not be killed off, it will remain a site of beauty, 920 blogs will be here as a testament to my loquacity and your loyal support. It will continue to showcase the awesome talent of Gary and the boys as up the football leagues we go and will have a more cultured theme befitting its no commercial intent.
But us pension folk are on the move and you’ll increasingly find yourself waking to the brave new dawn of http://www.pensionplaypen.com
As the poet put it
So this is permanent, love’s shattered pride.
What once was innocence, turned on its side.
A cloud hangs over me, marks every move,
Deep in the memory, of what once was love.
Oh how I realized how I wanted time,
Put into perspective, tried so hard to find,
Just for one moment, thought I’d found my way.
Destiny unfolded, I watched it slip away.
Excessive flash points, beyond all reach,
Solitary demands for all I’d like to keep.
Let’s take a ride out, see what we can find,
A valueless collection of hopes and past desires.
I never realized the lengths I’d have to go,
All the darkest corners of a sense I didn’t know.
Just for one moment, I heard somebody call,
Looked beyond the day in hand, there’s nothing there at all.
Now that I’ve realized how it’s all gone wrong,
Gottas find some therapy, this treatment takes too long.
Deep in the heart of where sympathy held sway,
Gotta find my destiny, before it gets too late.