Many years ago when dinosaurs still roamed the earth, I lived for a few short months in an old boarding-house at Blues Point in Sydney. If I stood on my toes to look over the mirror bolted to the dressing table that obscured the window, I could see Luna Park on the other side of Lavender Bay.
At night, I heard the screaming funseekers as they launched themselves down the Park's Big Dipper. It kept me awake but not for long, as soon afterwards I returned to the peace and quiet of the islands. I am no longer in the islands but my present location is just as peaceful and quiet, and the only 'Big Dipper' I still endure is the occasional crazy day on the sharemarket, such as today when BHP went from yesterday's close at $50.13 to a screaming $52.54, to close the day at $52.40.
Overnight, BHP had closed in New York at $51.80 ( in Australian money) and I expected it to follow suit here. So I placed a sell-order for part of my holdings and retired to the library which, on a hot day like today, acts like an air-conditioner as it is windowless and double-bricked.
Little did I know that my sell-order at $52 would leave me flat-footed, as BHP not only hit $52 but, without going through the usual lunchtime lull, went to a new high of $52.54, leaving me out of breath and slightly out of pocket. Still, as they say, "You can't go broke taking a profit".
What was the call when I could still run and ran with the Hash House Harriers? I think the call was "on-on", shouted by the runners in the lead to let the others know they are on the right track. "On-on" to tomorrow!
