MrMiyagi
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11:30am, I'm lying in bed, I'm sort of angry with myself that I didn't get up for the 7am open, but not that arsed really.. I usually do my tradin' at midnight.
12:45pm, I'm climbing out of the bed now and ready to kick the balls off cable, thats what the cool guys call the Pound. Had a hunch for a day or two now that it was going up. Get an email from Forex_Bozo, a pal from a trading forum, and he's convinced its going up too.
13:10pm. I crank up my worldspreads account, and have a look at the chart of cable. I can't make head nor tail of it. So I get myself a Dr Pepper, roll up a big fat cone, and check out the new vids on spankwire. Holy s**t Jenna Jameson is back! but she looks like a stick thin swamp donkey now.. But she's the best thats on... Forex_Bozo got a hold of my skype name somehow and now the halfwit wants to text chat. I ignore him till I'm finished mopping up. When I get around to texting back, he's madder than a hobo with a pocket full of fish-heads and calls me!
"I'm gonna get the goddamn financial ombudsman onto capitalspreads!"
What happened I ask?
"Some announcement on the telly made my bobl position go completely up its own ass, its all over the channel 5 news! I'm wiped out and actually owe them 75 quid!"
"What the jesus is the bobble?
"F**k knows mate, a guy over on elitetrader called TitsMagee351 reckoned it was for the moon, so I went all in.. 2 quid a point!"
"You do know that the boss of capitalspreads posts on trade2win? I offered.
"Does he now? I'm gonna go over there and threaten to punch him in the kidneys if this travesty isn't put right."
"You do that Forex_Bozo, I'm gonna go slay cable. keep your bag up... where did you get my skype details by the way?
But he was gone. Into the ether strolls another wronged nimrod after justice I thought. I change my address, can't be getting my goddamn tradin' on with pikers on my back.
13:20pm. I switch over to worldspreads and see cable quoted 1.3850 bid 1.3900 offered and go all in at £0.75 a point. Come on you degenerate swine go up.
13:25pm. I'm a composer, I do corporate crap until my unique blend of christian jazz-metal / gospelcore catches on. A German calls up looking me to score a corporate video, a vid about data protection or something, for the government, his name was Frederick, couldn't make out his surname but it sounded to me like "anus". I fended him off telling him I'm awaiting important news about a large concern I have going on in the international currency markets.
13:35pm. great Jesus the bugger actually went up 50 points in the space of 2 mins! then promptly fell 200 points in half that, taking the ass of my trousers with it. I'm so depressed and angry. I stick another 100 quid in the account and go short with a 20 point stop. No sooner had I done that, the fiend started inching north, it was getting close to my stop so I moved it up another 10 points. I did this repeatedly until my stop was 90 points away from where I sold. Then it too was gone. I wish I was dead. Was gonna buy a nice bunch of thai stick and a crate of Carlsberg with that 100 quid.
I called Fred Anus, told him I'll start in a coupe of days, secretly knowing that I will be back to joust with cable again some day soon.
12:45pm, I'm climbing out of the bed now and ready to kick the balls off cable, thats what the cool guys call the Pound. Had a hunch for a day or two now that it was going up. Get an email from Forex_Bozo, a pal from a trading forum, and he's convinced its going up too.
13:10pm. I crank up my worldspreads account, and have a look at the chart of cable. I can't make head nor tail of it. So I get myself a Dr Pepper, roll up a big fat cone, and check out the new vids on spankwire. Holy s**t Jenna Jameson is back! but she looks like a stick thin swamp donkey now.. But she's the best thats on... Forex_Bozo got a hold of my skype name somehow and now the halfwit wants to text chat. I ignore him till I'm finished mopping up. When I get around to texting back, he's madder than a hobo with a pocket full of fish-heads and calls me!
"I'm gonna get the goddamn financial ombudsman onto capitalspreads!"
What happened I ask?
"Some announcement on the telly made my bobl position go completely up its own ass, its all over the channel 5 news! I'm wiped out and actually owe them 75 quid!"
"What the jesus is the bobble?
"F**k knows mate, a guy over on elitetrader called TitsMagee351 reckoned it was for the moon, so I went all in.. 2 quid a point!"
"You do know that the boss of capitalspreads posts on trade2win? I offered.
"Does he now? I'm gonna go over there and threaten to punch him in the kidneys if this travesty isn't put right."
"You do that Forex_Bozo, I'm gonna go slay cable. keep your bag up... where did you get my skype details by the way?
But he was gone. Into the ether strolls another wronged nimrod after justice I thought. I change my address, can't be getting my goddamn tradin' on with pikers on my back.
13:20pm. I switch over to worldspreads and see cable quoted 1.3850 bid 1.3900 offered and go all in at £0.75 a point. Come on you degenerate swine go up.
13:25pm. I'm a composer, I do corporate crap until my unique blend of christian jazz-metal / gospelcore catches on. A German calls up looking me to score a corporate video, a vid about data protection or something, for the government, his name was Frederick, couldn't make out his surname but it sounded to me like "anus". I fended him off telling him I'm awaiting important news about a large concern I have going on in the international currency markets.
13:35pm. great Jesus the bugger actually went up 50 points in the space of 2 mins! then promptly fell 200 points in half that, taking the ass of my trousers with it. I'm so depressed and angry. I stick another 100 quid in the account and go short with a 20 point stop. No sooner had I done that, the fiend started inching north, it was getting close to my stop so I moved it up another 10 points. I did this repeatedly until my stop was 90 points away from where I sold. Then it too was gone. I wish I was dead. Was gonna buy a nice bunch of thai stick and a crate of Carlsberg with that 100 quid.
I called Fred Anus, told him I'll start in a coupe of days, secretly knowing that I will be back to joust with cable again some day soon.
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