so, reprise, what is mindfulness?

 ...ehh the opposite of what the Totty Paperchasists say.... at 1500 quid for 3 1/2 days workshopping ..

knowing that ones best attribute is keeping on top of the paperwork all hunky dorey neatly tidied up...and ones handwriting us lovely....

and yet due a superb summer away from sockets and loads of great lil books..... see... not even time to apostrophise that lil....

rather a lot of people pleasing time wasting...

GREAT new european chats to take notes on...still...

one doesnt have the time to what one is...organised tidy and write nicely always..

so its even more mindful to show the scrappy version. now . 

one will splurge what one really shouldnt..cos it makes me look like idiot savant nutjob

more  important ones other camera takes half an hour to open and splurge from that one...

So, as i am an honourable Bolivian, but i really want to be Serbian, i am without prejudice...

in fact duaL NATIONAL WOULD BE GOOD EVEN IF neither HAVE A BEACH..

oops acc cap....

I missed a bit yes the true tragedy  i realised maybe 6 mths ago...two years by her seas..... my god i am tougher than old boots but about half the time roughly had the partial shits.... Bristol (poo chart) runnier  stuff.. and yes that is the sea.... only.... 

even if of no interest to me ... won't do that again despite the most gorgeous coves... we did have fun in ....

THE only thing that matters from LAST POST VERY MUCH rewritten

(my supoerfans really do very quickly gobble up my latest load of dribble..)

last post...  

 the one REAL question being does a few decades here for the fine European immo, anglicise-infect them beyond ALL hope...? 

thats the same the rest added to a lot

So, even if a PRIAVATE one to one page on here is called Tyrants...

 ...a bit needs to be here for now

Especially having spent the most marvellous imaginable summer and a few more lovely plenishy days to go..

And realised there is no point ever having a sane intellectual conversation with any born in this land...

Ever....as they simply cannot even take in the little bracketed bit below - as if it is some ad hominem attack on their sensetive lil' brain..

(which never are, theyre LETHAL! the way they backstab ) 

HOW...ever... the real question  has always been - only one for me: now...not all Germans are near perfect... ergo the one - Julia's mum, (one of my girls who contacted me from 2006 DEMANDING their story is told  - names faces kids names....to protect them from one of the many sixth Reich departments  - school, health, courts...local 'charities'  - laughable, .etc... ) 

The German Eva....who had been here twenty years (then 06) married to the usual arrogant English cunt who didnt really even like his daughter... and spent a lot of time avoiding her ..off to boarding school than every single reason not to be around in her teens..

the one REAL question being does a few decades here for the fine European immo, anglicise-infect them beyond ALL hope...?

HOw... ever .. yes Julia's mum - many a time i would go to courts in London or to speak with her committed to the posh whacky ward... all on her behalf (once they had ousted her wonderful black other parent Donovan, being both were also of course rather racist cunty,  as he wasn't quite what they wanted as a son in law and father of their grand kids..... But good for him he actually stuck in there and for some years was sole parent of two of the three chockies.... ) 

So me.....Unpaid.... no guarantee expenses  - train back n forth, may not even  be paid as agreed...  and i got them back " ehh the stupid Kraut wouldnt think of this...basically spending the last a few years undermining our case to get them back......why dont you [Local Authority] even install cctv at Julias in the nippers bedrooms no problem... if you still cant trust her and feel she's a whackjob..." 

worked. They didn't need to. They realised good rhetoric when they met me... was based also on knowing the lass (i didnt even like as i have nothing in common with private school girls living in London a VERY sad life of her only 'rebellion' was the endless black boys.. three becoming dads, two of whom real junkies too) 

And... also bolstered by moi in  the fight: "NO,  MUM....actung!!.. my psychosis [ REAl lil' green men ] that was only due a really awful dad, and a bit of mix up in my blood....and you never rescuing me from his MONEY.... you were addiocted to.....  and then years of having my babies stolen at birth  Simon got back for me as you know as you did NUTHIN to help other than tell SS I am mad, and  love junkie black blokes,  and cant be trusted with them even if as we did,  getting them care of you....and never even bought him a lunch when he came down to see me in the whacky ward committed...!!...no mum its NOT genetic.... my total cure proves... fuck off back to preschool and read DAwkins 1976 evil load of nonsense... and then learn how it perverted even you! ..that all is ONLY ever in the genes.... when even the BBC [in the thing below] managed to tell that truth, as lies..."

Fast forward to 2022 it was so lovely to hear Julia on the phone, five years free from her anti 'psychotics' they had had her on at least five years as condition of getting the kids back, that had been making her psycho..

I could hear immediately it was speaking with a completely different person.  Every sentence every nuance was a person i had sadly never known. (even at very low dosage as she had been at times on). And her laughter - i had never heard her real laughter only performative to please.... them.

She enjoyed thinking and also thinking about the 'work' done (on her very warped childhood) and that she still needed to do - on the usual people pleasing disease... that was still pretty bad even five years clean and also a 'mentor' at Narcs Annon...she didn't need to be in as the very occasional once every few years crack guzzling was merely as she couldnt stand mum and dad....  she didnt actually like getting 'high'... it was just a release...

that of course must for the London lassies (this one could only afford a very dull far away suburb) ..turn into 'let me save the world by becoming a junkie mentor. i can use my ex junkiness [that never actually existed i dont work with druggies] for good .."

she was told.... ... because she agreed  VERY VERY avidly with great laughter, to move on to help the next junkie in Presteigne  as i was setting up, in return for free summer holiday with the kids....

and yet it never happened...

(REALLY hurting of course the next one down the chain.... which is what PP is... VERY dangerous..as NA do say blessem..)

Which is also why the BBC and all journalists are indeed the real NAzi's as even yesterday i heard one yet again on the BBC stating " the little green men are very very inherited...in the genes.."

As i heard a so called man tell his own gorgeous (i have film) daughter who was my fixing assistant in a job,  four years ago that her mum  he had made sure stayed in the whacky ward so he could get all the child payments... was " genetically ill with Green men..."

thus sentencing my lil' friend to a lifetime knowing as of course they do...metoo

 Anyway not all Germans can STAY fine good minds.... and i wonder how bad the disease is of infection - that arrogance she spoke of...

 *******

 excerpt from private page in development this morn called tyrants

(To any person who has had mental health issues I always nudge them here the simply incredible documentary by the BBC https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5m331x Why did i go mad...

Mainly in an attempt to counteract the tyranny in " psychiatric illness is genetic" that the majority still believe (and thus 'sufferers' can never be assisted out) 

Also about the ONLY psych chap i respect having read many of them  (i have read ALL of Bentall's books) 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Bentall comes up quite rightly with an alternative take on matters

Now it may seem totally unrelated but so much is down to a subtle tyranny SO brilliantly shown as metaphor in Land of The Blind

The 'goodies' must check EVERY action daily for baddie traits... as all good action with best intent,  may damage someone unintendedly

Exactly what psychiatric medicine has been stuck in as paradigm for 30+ years.  )

So, there is nothing nicer than a predawn wander

 ... so as to save time over the next few days.

So as to ne able to, next, write up what nobody dares ever say about " sickness" ...benefit 

next.

This one they'll teally hatecrime.

So,

 among other things i think it's really just about either being too thick to read reasonable books such as Kushner's Mars Room (even if not my normal cheerful happy ending like Coetzee's  Michael K which is as cheerful as you can get, being it starts with him obviously knowing why he must end it...and he's right, and is a book of thus only beautiful small things, and real grace...

But really the so called elite or top third cash in back-pocket-wise, not very wise....

are too arrogant to know REALLY knowing the bottom third is the key to knowing anything, like why they are wrong those top ones...

But that's a long one done before though badly;

All it really is is in that old adage " knows the price of everything and value of nothing" being updated for some years to " nobody even knows   that old adage ' knows the price of everything and value of nothin'..." especially if they listen to Muzz indeterminate Tempest and it's like...

and The Undercover Hippy (who isn't one) started it - the uktra performative self pity via so called street 'art', so s/he's just copying the same old formula for having no value, but a price, and their currency modern day moaning, when they wouldn't know how to care or what may be lost... the REAL loss.

The losses that rationally utterly do lose in you any point ever in any value anywhere.... unless you are actually rational despite your moaning 

 All i know is that all moaning - or to reterm: very very assiduous sounding VERY dedicated 'activism' which is the exact opposite 99% of the time, it is doing nothingism, but making out you are.... or to put it better as i did 20 years ago, knowing enough of them, the cleveratti who have signs in window saying " i am a citizen of Zog and assert my rights never to be ticketed..." never ever did a thing to change ANYthing....

And in the real world every single action, judgement, pretence, pumping up, pontification,  became ONLY  about having in the back of their, youtoo, most likely...minds where's the FISCAL angle for me one day..

cash thats all you are...

and all the Nigelistas want to keep their cash for a few more of them who ain't migrants or on the dole (facts we pay less pro rata than many EU countries tgo under pension age claimants of state  assistance - FACTS.. and in fact the largest by far  'welfare' cost,  issue... is, yes, the triple locked pension, who vote against the rest of them in the same food chain to get state support...  )

and the ones who do ok in the bottom third by dint of the CASH they spend on the fanciest flatscreen tv, tattoos, or of course now must-have, the 4 grand wheelchair (XXX FILM OF LOVELY ANTHONY WE TOOK HE WAS GREAT - admitting he was only in his 5 grander due alcoholism cos he so hated his native Cornwall cos of all the 'hate' lot who had even moved into Porthscatho his born and bred place..and only wished to leave...) 

anyway my unnecessary share of the pot, that's all everything is,  especially as one can live just fine on absolute scrapin' the barrel bottom 10% cash... ok add in a tad embezzled legally from the banks, a few unpaid credit cards which is quite legal when you know even your 'farmer' landlordlady  is so prejudice against REAL farmery animals - if you play with them and enjoy them, rather than shout and moan and control them as so many do their dogs,  like our ferrits, and will find a way of costing you a lot by another eviction....

 

POST to be built up into how never to moan (with NO parachute, no family money, no one else to ENDLESSLY fix everything that needs fixing up in hills or even lowland smallholdings, and spending every penny only on ones family as that's your duty, always...)

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/ferret-communism-or-ferritianmaoitegerm.html

and how even when you have the very worst imaginable end of life 16 1/2 years ago, you are certainly a nicer person than the endless childless vandals whom really do do so much...damage...

cos nice - ask Lionel  Shriver a wise woman even if lousy writer, in her spring last year Start The Week, is bad.... nice is evil...just being 'nice' - having a  society where demanding and performing nice, is really very proto-fascist, nasty....

especially when i knew even in the 00s how LITTLE parents actually DO for their kids even in middle of Nowhere Herefordshire or East Powys.. like be bothered drive em up to spend an afternoon, not even 'DONATION' ever mentioned nor even bring  a can of cat food with you if you can.... with the local Supreme Ferret champion fuzzies there, years,  for all and sundry to enjoy whoever they were......as everyone knew!

 doing stuff is all that matters... and of course performative niceness is an evasion tactic in respect of ever doing ANYthing effective....

as they are the very time-consuming things....

to be cont 

but the really NICE thing about even DOing everything for a child ten...even twenty years, and failing..is at least you were DOing something...real. And thus you remain intact, just fine...and thus love all the jibes and nasty assumptions from the unreal. It means keep on keepin on maybe jut one will prove, REALness....

also the cure to mental elfness.... and even ALL those 'labels' they all brag of EVERywhere in Swestershire...by default.

I think there's a word for that too....

soon

SELF INTEREST...is ... anything to allay the BOREDOME

 " ehh up... i was in Yugoslavia a few years before their war which really was pretty localised to a small region.... ive fallen in love witha  couple of them...errata respected them as my exact strong equal......i have been acquainted with their great recently departed writer  Slavenka .... they were in fact different as Yugoslavs were still allowed to travel abroad during the commie times... anyway even in 1992 we  - myself and fine stable rarely intellectual English woman we adopted a Yugoslav youngster age nineteen to live at our basecamp with the three kids...Vanja.... almost in fact she was my adoptee... wasnt so keen on her at first but then one realised she had a deep real intelligence...took me at least a year to explain to her ' those lights of Oxford even regent street...all the expensive shiny new toys...do NOT make the people here happy, or nice ...or even safe luv..... ' and through our shared and most beloved mother henfreind she saw yes even her truly fucked by it all....status, class, the total fakery..... damaging, dangerous.... even more so than her mother being Croatian  her papa being a Serb... all tragic...all of it....and Vanja from a poor BozzySerb village a bloodthirsty civil war ongoing down the local 'farmers market' for months...  was as intelligent and shapwitted as any brit even in top unis....  but......  what one realised over the years..... was how the turbulence of even a small localised 'war' .. a rent in society... takes DECADES .. to just truly settle down such that one can have nice balanced sane chats even.....  decades.... its not wham bang thank you mam see you in The Hague and thats the end. 

Its decades... of paralysis... in all societies that have had such conflict.... even in itzy witzy bit of 'senseless' ones

(Arguably.... well we all knew the Irish 'troubles'  there or those spilled onto UK mainland had some kind of sense behind them even if not something could make sense to the non religious or non nationalistic at the level of the minority, there.......  so there was some almost understandable sense to that senselessness...)

so..if there's any really totally senseless even a bit of what Nige and gang kindof hope for deep down.... 

or are 'ready' for.... my ohh my it will be until well after I'm dead before one can once again have a jolly good balanced equal mature wise  conversation such as with EVERY European i have nattered with for a decade ....

and i shall die of boredom,  before anything else....

so... need elves.... ahahhh i have one a truest wisest elf ever...

but she will be busy a bit... 

so.... i hope i die first of boredom, as looks on!  before i have to DO... her..... soon. Starting with a self individuated universal book and culture list...

i shall copy it here too...

except of course it isnt really Nigel.....

never was..... it was always something else far deeper and in every black mouldy  backstreet and  fancy second home.....

to be cont

As it has been a lovely decade figuring it....from both sides, undercover

The 'purpose' of all your soul 'work' never mind fake 'struggle' was this.... (good for me)

 

and nobody SHOULD write a paid-for book onnit

and audio a day later reiterating what's in either pt 3 or 4...

i havent got the battery to relisten i have forgotten whast even said..

except THE 'thing' - it does need a word for it  - another day that's on my todolist when the kairos time comes..

audio file the purpose 

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ugBpw9Vk_-H63vqhmCui7BBPWuLKvXr4/view?usp=drive_link

so, farmers and thinkers don't trust ANY product....

but when you think that probably you can trust the Yank over the Brit...

it's time to go

AHAHHH.....but there is another video a day later....

that only reiterates..

what known: why.... there's no hope..... not that it ever gets me down...

I bounce into the next thing always...as long as i get my 50km walking a week...

(and can chat up her on her 8.1 hander, just for fun... hahh hahh she was great!)

But anyway all that expensive and SO SO time consuming 'work' 'soul work' farrapy work, i know fails not as i did it on me but all one ever hears in Swestershire is how they have the 'best' lil' worker bee workin'  on them, an d except for one (warrior) it doesn't work...

my my the fractured tooth rot that is all over ...

And i knew LONG ago that the 'work' that works is described at length in first long draft in here...

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/mental-elf-roundup.html

sadly to arrive at true ultra zenny wow my death will be groovy without any sky faery of ugly Buddha reversions

(soon an interview with fine 65 year old woman at the deathbed bedside of her bestie in the Far East and she's there witha  Buddhist priest ...not long ago, interview 3 weeks back, . saying chanty bullshit and she says to him " if she pops it while i'm out getting some dinner for us can you put this flower in her hands please at her last gasp..." and in her words " the sexist cunt said 'i can't do that...as i am not allowed by my faith to pass on or even touch something from a mere woman'.i'll never talk to one of them fakes ever again...." posh intellectual woman who sought me out as i was chatting with her buddy ina  church....)

one i think has to do some genuinely selfless long dull NOBODY KNOWS about it... goodish works over a  long period on this planet first 

which io also know is the cure to most mentul elves keepin' you awake at night and all that....

as per that page linked above

now there is so much ongoing far more interesting than natterin with krauts... even if to me it's the only way you're to be saved from as sure as ferrits are... it's going to get nasty...

and as said thistermorn.... next post. 

So, another five grand day yesters of poisoned fishies...

 time for some nutrition.

Merely in passing. 

Three years of REAL 'work' that never is for one second, as they are LAWAYS lovely and groovy....

and easy....

and human.

the raw data even if some context required, soon. 

As one doesn't like at all to speak of even 'fascist lite' and it is the wrong way of putting it ...all.... a decade meandering and pondering what is the 'problem'  which as sure as ferrits are ferrits (even at the level of the cash UK this week rated the worst bet in the advanced ecomnomies and paying a higher rate of bond interest than Greece... ) going to go not so well...

one of hundreds of real 'journalistic' chats with some Germans...

Discussing personalities and realities EU  / UK....

the far better one is about 2 years ago which defines as it happens,  never planned, the difference... a very very Master of The Universe, all under control, German man and his family, could laugh at him and his family..in fact HE made the joke "[ ten minutes of superb info on the best coves to shelter from the Westerly, after a period of dodgy weather that had made them miserable, as it was perking up a bit: " and that cove if you go down to the sea by that path it takes you to the more sheltered section where it will be five at least degrees warmer.... that path is better for the bicycles less likelihood of a puncture...."] ...ahhhhahhh... this is wonderful we have it all written down dankernn....but  I am German...and i must keep to our plan hahhh hahhhh..." 

"Mister you just defined whats happened... you can still laugh at yourself...many here nowadays never can..i call that .. certainly a dangerous stuckness maybe even the first stage of something your lot knew of a long time ago...and learned so perfectly,  never to be again.... "

one of many many interviews over a three years with Europeans, mainly female... every single one in exactly the same relaxed philosophical vein..i never knew a homecoming for me would be remotely possible... until it was...thanks to a certain person....

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1kEfrrcBKuEVZOCjW-GgUgk2GS1fRmq85/view?usp=drive_link

shownotes to be all Samuel about it

Yes we MUST talk with Nigel

THE ONLY TRAGEDY OF EUROPE

********

should be in a big propper book... i already have in my can. For a few years. But too much good fun new insights into older stuff keep invading...

as nobody else is going to tell the maybe even 60% if Andy Pandy had the guts to do it now...  who may just stick to their polled opinions, .... why!

(never mind three years as the founder sole member of the  anti-English Tourist Board, human rights  rescue service,  as to why not to bother coming back...just when at last Ive been reliably informed OF a way back!!!!! 😂 with a  residence permit.... if i compromise, or at least figure a way of creating a bit of an illusion that  one has 'gainful' [AGGH: non self employed, the only way to live! ]  employment, there.... )  

but there's much more useful NOW stuff later today

So, i got it...in the can

 

God [banned word] almighty, Lor Above, even JC the second commin of it all, with his allotment - a man you can trust, I am stupid...

 of course she qualifies as a farmer......

How can a man who lives almost entirely aside, 

in hermitude, 

just concentrating on not bein' rude

as my ohh my the slightest thing said outside the box*

you're bein' chased over their hillocks 

who cares if its illegal to hunt even the baby fox!

pitchforks out, "faster escape if not even slowed by unnecessary sox"

*except for her Ms sexy Silver streak, someone.... saw us... passionate and rantin' hate " well i can trump your measely trickle of projectile vommitin innit,

  i ....will take up smokin' the ubiquitous crystal meth 

even if i've NO problems with which to decieve

my fine suntanned balding head ...i dare...

and puff out my 'breathe' 

innit and add  to the toxic mixtoo....

especially when i spill even more  of my packaged paradise, 

by accident, 

i GOT YOU! put that in your  fine shitpipe of sedition,  and get smokin it"

   

THE END DEFINATELY or at least a long period of silence about ...any now... as all now is merely a learnings of what happened, then...there. 

So, he's been barred and banned from his admittedly very very sparse usage, of the 'g' word....

 And i had 'im when he quotes Jakko to me

merely an example of what actual real 'hope' may be

if they would shut up and read the right books

His Chinua, first among them....

And the odd goodsong, e.g. that inclusive 

of   St peter's thieves debate

'cept I've not one slightest bit 'o even  slightest detestment

of whats in any  even jazzed up testament

or whom pimps it, as yes we got to the toughest effluent

thick mud ancient layer as to why back home they always leave the front door open

mud hut or tennament

So,

 I don't know

 whom Bilbo slew 

or slain, or just tickled on the big toe

to their early demise, 

no compromise

'Good' will out...

 (as apart from Ring. Tarka, My Family and Others,  and even a bit of Arthur C and the maginificent Griselda BOSSlady at OUP  pimping the stuff! said to me " ehhh....all this fantasy, rubbish, magical unthinking,  is toxic sludge...real life is far more good for you, my thirteen year old is banned from em."..)

BUt then...0815 a supply run

RUN!, in and out like a thief in the dawntimes defo no one awake

But her..... one of five beauties, in one way or another have proven their inner and external beautiness

even if all i was interested in was on my birthday standing close enough to my 'fellow' scything godess

and seeing if i could get a whiff of her armpits

Just out of scientific interest.

s the science is, the whiffler, the more morally compassed - pointing to heaven

 or just a tolerable part of Devon

and harder for their 'beast' to compromise.

BUt when even that one, truly greatest beauty also gives the FFF (she gets it by default, farming humans, in a good way, slapping on the bacteria that indeed give life, a longer one.... [censored]....) 

Even when Bilbo was doing every single thing under the warmest summer sun for some centuries

TO RUN! .... to leave to be always away never return even for a moment

Not even 'pass through', and certainly not in any way lotharian

To have five great beauts, and the most beqaut of the lot, give the fff or even hbff in 24 hours, really does mean, 

A jolly good conquerin'

Of the shabby lil' hillock, never even on my map

clap clap.

Of no interest as soon will be rolled out,

the way the aristo adjacent, local Marches family, 

taking shilling or guinnea, 

as regional council 'Environment' consultant

treated THEIR valley  - mine really, as all they ever did was build unlawful retreats

no planning permission,  for their private school ed kids mates

ina  county where had a comp school lad even built a hobbit hole he would have been down to the assizes

the folk lore really does come in two sizes

and colour never had owt to do with it.

  (but was her smell, and attitude to it,  i realise is the key to what next)

 

So, him and I....

 at last THE big show,

down....eye to eye an hour and a half.

He's quite extraordinary a comunicatrix and parable preacher, especially when he alone knows it's impossible to do a Booker...

on me

"bulletproof" wallet proof, 

nothin innit, and if there were it stays innit

And we even got to their two sewerage words, "love" and ....nope i ain't writin' that one for sky faery... both in agreement " my my what overused words kind of meaningless unless one is talking about who means what they say when they say they'll look after the nipper if one must go to work...

Which will sound totally non sequitur, unless...i can transcribe it.

I shall try and see if the Substack autojob will shortcut ....no silly me, he doesn't have an English accent, at all....

furthermore, you have to hear, the perfect tension, the perfect tango, the perfect Socratix... and the simply perfect Masterclass on the difference between passion and even a lil' bit of fury... but the funny thing is the way a week ago we were interrupted by the rudest person in history... assuming the white man is agresseratin' the other...

when it's quite obviously the other way around, 

Is historical. And i don't like showoff claims...

but it does 'prove' that even wussiness isn't quite the word. Either. And me and he know exactly what it is.

to be cont

 

Well, The Great Beautiful Hippochat

 With the one Source of all the wickery... "You are the wisest of them all"

My 'work', worked.

What a beautiful actual proper English use of bein' a mere commentariat....

 

almost no twat can

 do any more

the word 'whore' ...

may have many dimensions, way beyond all modern Miss Comprehensions

One of the pioneers of progressive rock with a profound romantic touch.... RIP Mr. Lake

 i bet she wouldtoo...

however i cannot be bought

especially when such a magnificent other chap's child, needs my fullest symphony, set up....to educate,  as is my responsibility

Anyway where am I, yes ninety nice percent of them.... her unword merely a FEELING we both shared...

in sentence three throw some or other ferkin crucifix at you

often even line two

I ain't lame.....

Never have been thank you....

not since i did what i didn't want to do, and DID....

on behalf of, not just my kid....

but there really is the perfect version of 'romantic' work to do, despite

i shall one night

Find the perfect words.

They always come, just as this morn,

soon after dawn.

And ...to be cont

Right Mister not-very-good-on-his-native-'saudade' to do... or finish. As his answer to the big Q, ok, but really does need an extra manifesto line...

Just don't get FAT!!!!!!!

 (she won't " ehh up lass you're tough..." though i do or have let her march on before me.... knowin' there'sll be a kairos mo, sooner or later...after all we're on the same mission..... )

And die younger than need be...

of being so scaredy cat you bowdlerise your own truly magnificat

hymn to ....

not quite sure what...

BUt certainly NOT

what some scroffulous lil' nerd adjacent (what are they called ohh yes Scotties of Rhyl about a year or so ago.. those lads at school all two of em that were terrified of never getting a girl and thus started a disco... and then got into those BBC computers i never even saw.... so as to techy-doinate, and cover up their self hate....way before theis silly Silicone valley boys were blowin up poisonous plastic dolls, for their billionaire thrills) 

BBC producer thinks having rediscovered his 70s record.... NObody ever listened to, but now we seem to have it 

on 4chan every other day... when it was exactly what 1976 was designed to chuck up all over never mind those Scotty adjacent leather jackets...every fly-boy except the actual flyer ones, wore...

cos they're too adjacent to everything else,  'cept reality

even if Greg bowdlerises the greatest ending in all of musac and divinity....

splendid effort for an older fatty even accepting the terrible camera angles that made him look even fatter so fat likely he died of it before he could reclaim, times changing just a tad,  the greatest ever "COMPLETE ME" 

in history.

ignoring the first very Scottie adjacent nonsense...

as in all centuries there's only ever been one question

Anyway back to the point, and even if it may sound a tad grandiose,  and copying the Master's Class..iest, NOW -living in history and bugger off with your unneeded anything  ... and certainly not their flaky crucifix

of patinated, self hate

dressed up in a  death cult high priestesses

nylon dress

on fire as she dozed off in even his sermon

about where it all started,  soon to be deployed, The Mon

oooh thats rather good for insta-rap unplanned fast typed pap,

almost genius even if a tad grandiose

but when i get to 'god'.. with my firehose

And the annals.... no lil' boys involved

Their sins well.. even the "divine and universal whore" couldnt absolve

The amount of dirt i have on their soles

Never mind complete and utterly bad rhyming, arseholes

pinchin' and releasin' to the very opposite tune

they self promote all mornin. sometimes even afternoon

FFF's cannot ever ever be faked, that's the point, and when

 ...you get one early on from the one local sex-bomb  actual real rural lass - who deserves the nomenclatter, as being a real rural lass even after a MAncunian PR  firm background, and having transitioned fully, to, in the local Coop wghere she would linger despite hubby back home weilding his meartcleaver:  " ohh  smell my armpits..... pure new wool.... that ive been grappling with this morning in the mud... my mud,  no workshops involved.."  and thus looked at least fifteen years younger than her same age as me....

That is fine, and that was then.... i can't even recall if she featured in wifeygate, when i don't need to, as you don't even THINK of ones already taken... even if she was driving force as she very very well knew...

especially our huddle in her pickup cab on the empty roads of APRIL 2020 such a wonderful huddle...

THEN ONE OF THEM CYCLES BY .... " are you all right......? you look as if you may be being... "

" ignore the stupid hypochondriac Helen i know what she is behind her vicious performative-nag...and she pays for the fancy supplements theyre all addicted to shoveling down their nags gobs, by defrauding poor humans defrauding them with the latest trendy must have supplement or detox..as she bragged to me when i was politely chatting to a fellow rural byway user a year back...... which clearly never worked on her very very toxy countenance... so where were we, now..... ohh yes isn't it paradise we can just stop and chat very close up in your cab in the middle of the road... no traffic, now all the rest are cowering at home, even HERE! ... except her over there god she was SO fun....even you couldn't match her....she told me she was armed when i stopped for a natter a few weeks ago....  playfully ..I mean you must remember Blott.... he  would be funing with jealousy at thge way i disarmed a REAL Geraldine James, straight out of the Harmony HAirspray ad.... me and her duelling to the only death there is....cos of this... Uttermost heavenly slow down... ."

 

No more 'now', so.... (and there is NO word for them, so says the EXPERT)

 In the end I won...

As there is one thing better than  Farmer Helen's 'fff' (friendly farmers finger - which is what the COOL peeps of the REAl rural 'Interlandia - define, 15 per km sq or below ) seven or eight years ago, which is a fhw... even if it took near a year! wow... it was impossible...

And it has gone and kicked me off the purest frequencial stride, ever.... i mean there's me being a happy tramp doing the latest fix...

ahhh it's coming back, ehhh... yes got it 

The Great Find a Wide scandal

 Wifeygate... (the quest a day or so back when the five thousand half dead fishies who read this - indeed i bet you're finrotted by your teflon fryin' pan so fatally that your eyes  have also dropped out and you never read the warning on the vibrator either that stated crystal clear 'contains traces of PFAStoo' .. and that's unusable as well, as your fins..

In the old days one would be landlopeing around the land and indeed as Gabriel may have,  spied one at a bridge or gate and 'ad a natter...

But fast forward a century or so the scandal is that you can't even dream of one who may be able to FIXTOO (she said she would if provided with the tools i of course have... but then 'community' isn't something in their Now... the real version: ok you can have my tool box - crammed with just enough real tools non wankymen need for most jobs.....now .......what are you going to mutually benefit me with in return.... " nope the end of the land as that's how the land started and always worked... )

 Anyway...if she has decided to give me a fhw.... or really it should be a fh-bw... ferk I am unstoppable..

And may almost have some back protection... and a reason to, no...that would be unthinkable..

ohh yes the real thing has come back, so there you are  having kidnapped a supreme mind, for six hours total, and can speak about ANYthing...  even if all i really wanted to know, new 'data' wise, was " so what are they called..?" all the rest supremely interesting in being exactly what predicted, and also what NEXT...

anyway i was quite surprised to hear " there are the yummy mummies....."  my recent Primrose-on-the-hill-on-the-hill... ehh (ohh that was to Ellie of course she won't reply shame as its better than anyone may assume)  sort of didn't work for her....

.... anyway just as i had pondered, but never dared to pluck out of my dreamcatcher made at Womad so everyone can see ....

You have an actual 'barrista' [ i hope that's word-police compliant as if she had been English she would have me arrested for just saying hello can i help you.... ] working for some years at THE actual Source Totnes could never dream of becoming, serving them their Kopi Luwak LAtte topped with freshly foraged dolphin jism...in THE source ..

Who sees through them perfectly, and it does get complicated when they are all merging 'place' wise, Hackney outdoing Totness at Toty.. throw in some Glastonbury... a bit of mouldy black mould infested Hay-on-wye   ... send em on a drug awareness course at Gweek, so they know who has the most elite Yahooasker to pass the  vomvom sick-bucket, sanctuary, at 5 grand an upchuck as its in the only one place in some South American swamp where one shamaniac once second sighted the Feds moving in from up the coas so high tailed it to live another defraudulent day.... which can be booked through whatever portal is open on the side of his big fat fuck-me horseboat..

anyway i really DID  think there would be a word, in the vernacular, the baristas's slang...for whom she is even more of an expert on than I...

Surely Lil Miss How to kill your family managed one... evejn if her awful editor I am sure, or with her daeddy issues we discover all along that a man had been 'directing' her.... rather a  disappointment as no FROG serial killer would be so self-sexist...

Anyway later... it will take me a day to recover which is a shame as theres rather a lot ion the can, especially THE ONE THING that i bet Eckheart never tells you about and its all you actually need, and want...

His! "Fury.." (note to self: her 2010 "exasperation" was always the best word )

For the Narniac (self pitying) Toty especially 

two audios part 1 31 Aug wonderday, and part two after a truly fantastic interruption, twenty four hours later. Yesters

 https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/18UQmVDGL-0noDPqErlAfgH7Svdylyzar?usp=sharing

NOTE TO SELF MAKE INTO A BOT INFECTED SUBSTACK, and then NO MORE!!!!

cos loads of others to get up from a best ever nine months, here

ok time to be all Sam Harrisse's little slavery (the only man on the planet i pity having to listen to his boss's drawl  and think of what hashtags to apply)

episode notes 

mustelids  - all that matters 

THE ONE TRUE RELIGION -  as the fabulous mum was groomed into yesters in front of her lovely six year old,  " ok we'll have a look at some ferrit vids when we get home and decide what colour we'll get you..."

And ACTUAL child education... as so wonderfully related in person, as all must be parable.

Parables are it dotcom

HAving won a few town shows that year, even Nottin'm Muttin'm Miners gala, and off to the Miss Ferret Universe at Chatsworth poshspot, 

" daaaadddddd..... i don't wanna go... I'm not talkin to you or anyone leave me alone sulking.... . if Richard is the judge its a disaster....  .... he's never even said hello to us in our three years of shows...  never mind given me even a loser rosette... dad our whole year of JAson and the Argonaut domination of them wussy Northerners... no hope now...why is Richard on for the Finals its NOT FAIR.....  i dont want to go....woe woe woe is us.   "

Now, 'perfect timing'*

 All that matters, after the 'warmest ever summer', is a bit of mizzle please, thank you very much, as i have THE best zenny spots out of the gone-sun,  joint-cased, so as to try and get certain things down, in writing.

Especially him. At last an Englishman who was such a fine communicant, and gets 'it' All of it... even if wanting to congratulate Eckheartless as a forefrontalist, in the battle to conquer the wrongthink, so ferk me I'm going to have to read the horrid thing properly...

But then when yesters  - i like himtoo! i like his just DOing the job in hand and no thought of the likely besmirchments operation (i so need to get UPstairs hahh hahh - i can't forget that perfect hillocks moment) " so are there any modern day Pilgers or whoever else has caught the imagination the last decade of the would-be slight revolutionary.... they tell me they wanto one" 

" ehhh.. the new Naomi Klein is out in a  fortnight.... that's really all there is..a new Will Hutton too at some point..." but he has such sincere helpfulness, and i have know far too many unhelpful ones...

Now... when you have spent six perfect hours with a simply superbist -  European of course, stranded in Londinistan...  with such a  fine mind she also spied a problem, that a truly corrupt Yank had managed to weasel her way into Bossladyship or her august " best university in the world.." and they managed to kick her out! Her on the 'team'... my god what a gift, in the last place on earth one would expect to find her... camping. 

(my responsibility, TO BE cont...)

after and one hates to do such, even adjusting an identificatory triangulatory initial... as people will think that anything of this region (i only think in them  - inner 5km circle, i have none; midcircle - say 15 km, they are the interesting ones; and regional circle, say 50km radius, even if all i want is that to be about 100, as i need to be elsewhere, at least a fair bit of the time) 

* even the phrase perfect timing yet another trapdoor of a wrongthinky con-cept.  

Now, The Master..tapes, soon

 One small lil' seeping copper in The Road....

art's just art even if so ridiculously overpriced...

(as my MAn in "the artist" here, some time ago,  confirmed and he's a real expert, Foulmouth so called art college mentor, and such a nice polite man) 

But when someone far far worse than whoever that Toty Transition Town bloke was who divided the Hay-on-wye eight actually river rat caring lot... with Phoebe's lil' un

photo soon.

goes and A. uses the so called environmental movement to bring in posh footfall to his small-dicken but big hall...

B. does nothing despite being mister local money bags about the worst plastic filled lil' runoff stream through an SSI  just down from his.... other than tell my master tapes " well we commissioned a fancy report five years ago...."

and C. makes vile ad hominem false allegations in a public place about someone he has not only never even met or seen  and has only some fake, but in fact assumed realfriend's,  word upon, 

when i say almost nothing to anyone, but those were in full knowledge of his cctv

(of course about "your chemical waste too, from your studio

or overused loo")

my my that to me is simply fabulous real art.... a real 'installation', that one day soon i shall be rolling out... 

except i really only wish things to seem 

graceful or at least pitiful in respect of the hasbeen

And that takes time... and thats what walkin's foor

waiting for the knock upon the door

of perceptin' what may in time ...

work. On the other hand so many have 'bought in' to what is treble the market rate

merely cos their neighbours bbq's they hate

And 'patrons' get to go to his, annual or i bet it's bi at least...

lonely lil' ... cliquey soiree... " look at me, I'm one too, a Kurtenie... just like you"

price tag of the ticket, hilarious.... but it's not funny

Never mind all that public money.

But it all does make Tones look like a voodoo newborn, all fingers and no thumbs, or any kind of schematic plan....

right, 'IT' is back only forever full steam ahead.

And agent z had also the info on her bloody related Rat... of course just a dream, but long long in the oven.

Let it Be,  if for the sky faeries...as long as not one bit of rat virus, slight return,  ever can in any way, even  slightly even sour you...

edit: Totnes a mere raggedy, shabily made polyester rag voodoo baby doll...compared to his supposedly hidden, unknown, grown up version... 

ten times more a  dangerous perversion

of actually carin' bout a river stream or, facts of the environment, or any of that voodoo 'ism'

soon

 

now....one has been told of just how life-changing 'culture' was ....i still feel her pure North Carolinian redneck swampduck..energy....

 The REAL sort...

That actually does "DM me for change" yer within....

And i can't even remember her name the total nuclear bomb of her indeed mushroom clouds away any mere label at their kitchen table

(big gun under the pillow)

Anyway all i know is that unfortunately one has to operate within ones own 'language'  and as the fiftieth anniversary arrives of actually nuthin' changed except the 'cultural critics' got so much fatheaded, i mean them this age group... 

not that i ever read comments much unless one is in certain Grande free environments...

(REMEMBER THE LARK BABE just a week or so ago!.. as there's something far worse than any silly Yank  tv woman, arriving... the smug I'm cultured as i have a BBCcontract to whitter on about lil' birdies at dawn when i wouldn't have the first idea what they are for...dawn AFTER dawn....to put her irrelevance into perspective)

Anyway.... having been doing a rare enjoyable bit of online research and fair dinkum even if SOMEONE (later) should be banned blocked whipped off it for her 'Medicine' gig...

(As my elves both did agree.... if she weren't so serious and sponsored too....to belt around europe solo making videos about how she is so 'free' never mentioning the rentier  class cash that pays for it... i bet her exeter landladyship, not .. even at a bit less than the 'market rate... that's what i call 'hate' even if to me fabulous comedy) 

anyway fair diinkum it beganeth in that best ever year when the copyright knickers had time on their hands...

and i still wonder if Jinal was Bobbie's secret bum chum... i mean how on earth do you get THOSE tapes... right from the horses gob, plugged directly in to it 

 ("what....what on EARTH is this... [in extremely good ultra-ascetic small space acoustics of the extremely old unmodernised Rachman rebuilt,  never any  duff pictorial art on the wall to intyerfere with the sounds of The Enlightenement bouncin' around, except a Nolde of the blurry babe,  once, ] .. the HELL is THIS!!!!  bit of paradise..." Juneish 2020 uploaded)

 ...surely some same ole unhippy privileged palling about

just like Presteigne where only certain buddies of them who had filled their trough with 43 grand of public money to build their new (hippy! bullshit just a get-the-girls, ploy of the old men from London with bellies and bumfluff)  'community' space got to the front of the queue 

thats called a clique

anyway... it has to be said that the last fiveish years what an extraordinary time to be able to even go back and listen to siouxsi's losing her public cherry... and all sorts of stuff hidden in those bootleggers drawers...

How...ever... you see a pattern. That is so ignorant and unenlightened and indeed entirely inhuman. As humans operate not as musical 'affcianados' thing, indeed they never could think...

i saw one such recently

 " and to think this  [Stevie and his Voodoo i think it was, something The RAt could only ever dream of emulating - being free of everything bodily, like himself] ... was in parallel with all that dross released just at the same time...... WAng Chung,  x y z...etc..."

nope... now there is a simple line - KAtie FForde perfect exaemplar... or thes enewage songs telling you how to be them, i belive the Swift thing deals out..

even if once GREAT singer Ellie Goulding  - at first at least, born n bred just down the road from middle of nowehere i resided some years - at first she had that pure nowhere girl nuance and subtlety.. that as parent of another local  lassie one of course has to explore  so as to educate via affinity...

 ... but then  begun that awful uncultural habit  of you can be as happy as me, in her videos, whilst her copyist  was not even in the  swift hatchery...

anyway... real culture may in fact take even longer than Thommy's Extinction to be realised as radical true menacing genius,  and even if i almost never watch any video (last audio or was it one before - paper, audio, video is THE order of retention always will be always has been....... the latter being 99.9% of the time awful distraction as any sane person knew the moment their vile MTV came out)

i mean what perfect art in fact if you factor in some awful thick producer wringing his hands at how he's going to capture the new  burgeoning pinkish pound market with those pullies... and i'm sure was in the sidelines screaming "smile cunts..." pout.. or you're OUT!" 

 (in fact i'm quite sure at the time, seeing even a minute of this on the telly..." fuck me i GOTTA get out of this awful hellhole of  a country of whatever they called it at the time.... putrid yucky vile  fey boy Duran Duranity" and did.. but add time to that mix and maybe ....)

The simple one dimensionality of it could mean anything in the other two or three..is musical genius... equalling Siouxsi..

And of course smelly spotty ones aged sixty who merely focus on  some  fairly talented bloke as some kind of forerunner are so ten dimensionally, wrong...

About what surely is a such multi dimensional bit 'o film about what may America be? it still conflicts me

And i kindof knew it

And it's very very very simple homely best....

Who never knew, she was.

Love perhaps having at least two dimensions: whatever takes one about someone one first sees, and then the other version, what remains forever within as it changed, one....

despite the former.

Which is... not as stupid a free gift, as it may seem, in that...

 ... of course the really hard things of any kind of even fictionalised 'memoir' -  i hate that word, all is mere reflections mainly when bouncing along on the landlope, is there are some juicy bits one has to slightly disguise and very thoughtfully put into dead philosophical little word-pictures and that takes much longer to word-police onesself... and those bits are as yet missing....so that's only 75% of a somewhat more juicy fruity, thing in its totality...

None of which matters as the end day (Serbian compliant as only one other has said to me shetoo can DO that quite m-f equal,  never spoken of,  activity...) was truly a great newstart day...

and in fact all that 'matters' is i must get back to the 'happiness is' audios of landlope.com as interestingly, it's shifted just a little...

And then above all, well she is above all.... #2 mountain babe -  new random  encounter, same age as me, we had the bestest ever chat a few weeks ago and she in fact blurted out my edited highlights... and exact 'philosophy'... 

And anyway...The Mong.... safely away in another land, back close to her REAL pukka Heidi part time childhood at 3000 metres (and loads of real childhood, hay rick usage) goatherding in The Tyrol..(interposed with sessions back in her ranty (sadly alcy) mum 'n dads London suburb,  'keying' the step dads fancy motor parked in the drive  as a teen troubled by them..)

lil' Olive born to her and the Sicilian in the spring...

Just last week: [minor edit for brevity] " well I am taking on his homeland..i kindof realise i have to take a stand ...... ferk those slithery lil'  Cosa Nostrans,  its his PEOPLE those vile Sicilians...who turned their whole territory into a garbage heap ....and i know for lil' un,  i MUST speak out...even if the slithery crocodile shoe clad creeps wont listen.... and i give up critiquing for you Paulo's  Parthenope*.... they're kindof beyond hope.... .as one day, hetoo will see,  I am right...."

which i know is at least part.... me

* methinks in fact quite good - lil' sexist society brought up pig stuck in that trough, he TRIED...!

Like Barbie the movie,  at least Paulo  knew something intelligent could be said....  but exactly what is of course so hard.. he tried...

Not to be what his cultural construct was...  which is something Toty could never do... never mind Steve McQueen and his fake part pityful hullabaloo..

only one fine man -  so sad one has to revert to a Republican, actually ( three or for months ago in HIS 'life stories'  ) able to speak truth such as "most peoples over history enslaved some lesser group thats  real history.."

i haven't yet listened to his latest, but i know it won't be full of performative, gimme the cashtoo

 the real comedy is if one had thought fifty years ago that these parasites would even still exist - for THEIR own sake sent to Romanovsville nice version peace camp... one should have used the guntoo

Well i don't lie or book people to do urgent outdoor jobs to save their animals munched by Mustelids, on a bank hol weekend then not even show up at the site the Yeoman has wandered down to in tghe wilds

which i love, as it merely explains twenty years of that, drip drip, building up to a damn bursting point in The Marches,  when by a decade back the real 'land' is no longer viable as it takes rural honour - keeping to ones word, I mean it's not as if one couldn't have been doing something else either useful, or for dosh even, with the obvious time spent going to see their so urgent job... But the cream on the cake is one never even gets an apology.

It's gorgeous. I mean I'm sure even Cyclops had a bit of 'self realisation' that  the soldiers he had stuck between his teeth, irritated his gums, and he should at least try and pick off the uniforms first...

(this being one UNIFORM change all based on ' well I am spiritual' so i don't need to follow the rules of PROPRIETY....or they are on the spirits  due hinterlands loneliness, but don't mention it... which if they did one would factor in... and understand, the other uniform change being it's so hilariously petty in that as many landowners did become female, they NEVER bugger you around - or almost never, if they know you have one of them tucked away at home, whereas if they know as most would in actual rural places you don't, then its as if they are seeking some kind of weird universal revenge for not having a starring role alongside old Oddesayer...)

and this abovbe is THE number one reason your environment is ferked..

86% of your English water courses officially damaged, as per data a monthish back

Because when you knew (200ish acre) farmers Rachel and  Chris of Llanigon fifteen years ago, usually she would laughingly extol, with dark humour, too... " we mergolate about it over the breakfast table,   the cost/benefit of a lil' bit of glyphosate when we get desperate but usually i have the upper hand as i saw 

 on the telly [featuring the GREAT scene of what REAL 'conservation' is of Midj, that even if they pretended to be platonic,  Mister and so sexiest filmic babe ever Virginia, up to her knees in the cold loch without her Hunters or even a moan,  and 'im, have  gotta cart around all day getting sweaty, big hunks of dead, shark.. rantin' at each other, quite moodily,  so as to get the job DONE without any fagbreak time to consult Master Eckhartless git as to the correct vibe, or performative 'pause'  or onness of it all]  when i was a baba, or even better Heidi, 

 -  tho the 60's vintage i only watched a year back is a TRUE battle axebabe,  mentorship..

when he was playing with his silly action men... so i DECIDE what we do about the lil' birds and bees who may not benefit by it quite so much...and gradually we develop concensus...as he knows who bakes the best yorkie puds ...which he could learn to do too if he wants to take a hike, but won't as he knows what side of the bread the ordinary Coop butter is on...

now....what next, ohh yes those city bankers who bought most of the Midlands (catchment)  .. all around Hay, which pretends it is some 'Woodstock of The Mind...'  as we're a team maybe we can take them on comin' here shootin thousands of birds for their sick enjoyment....  we'll need a bit of  you watch-my-back protection, to have a go at them now... ... " (AS THEY...DID) 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

So the miserable five thousand lil' fishies  came along to nose about here by midnight.

(note to self that brolly one is such a bad camera angle and even if i don't do take two, its gotta go for now)

.... well she, The Bush, liked it... she kind of stars in it, even if as  much sincerity as a Brotherhood of Man record which started that glorious longer warm-spell year, as top of the pops...

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/the-quest.html

 nearly.... five thousand a day and you get the biggish long read... direct emailers can get it advanced copy...for free

Not that anyone ever dares

"intergenerational justice"

now the role of the very very ridiculously good stamina non-action-hero person my age group, who has managed to tolerate what really is only contempt - yes it is i know the definition of Illusionistaism... the more spadey version, and the more 'spiritual adjacent one gets which deosn't mean a load of very-townies strutting around The Source  (twinned with Narnia) who can't even keep their own river swimmable for someone who loves going swimming which is what swimming in rivers was always called, in an unecessary wetsuit, to keep the plastic out  of ones pores never mind the total toxicity which surely is a splendid metaphor for their whole gig...if that ain;'t enough i see it on their faces every day.... even the occasional one who makes it up to the hills despite ALL their 'ills'....utter alone wanness ... all that 'onness' or even 'nonduality' - i can't remember where we are in that one fatty McGilchrist versus whoever else is Sheldrakeing around saying nothing except

 i am, cos i smile, cos of the scotch...

does such damage.. that is what 'wan' means.... paleface, no blood left even to gurgle at themselves..

self-vampirism, ooh thats rather good and i am in a hurry i MUST keep my battery for ME for a bit...

died of being the one...

(environmentalism / small scale farming which is contemporaneous no Toty tart Can ever think never mind advisor to the Minister of it, all early summer i had to tolerate her... requires a COUPLE to be a functional economic unit - taking turns mucking out the pigs...or even muck the vegan  carrots [deliberate word play I'm sure Toties know carrots don't like it one of the few species that go curly in the wrong places when faced with it]..... the personal in personal places,  rather than PAndy's imaginary Utopian ones where Shabana locks 'em all up  for hurty words - uk's splendid family policy for some decades... interestingly reversed recently but still i bet they still try to... is a PRErequisite for even fine 'regenerative' farming...  him indoors figuring the rotations her outside doing them.. rotate... unless of course she MUST go to the 'care' job... 

so as to afford to pay for the 'care' of their elders...

CARER NUMBER 2 told me superb stories about this we must leave her on the shelf for now because nine months its taken me to get her to loosen up and when i succeeded my my the damn broke " you are right...it may pay my bills but it is frankly evil and unsustainable - a rediculous drain on the tax bills of the youngers too...... because.... "

 which i have known years as if you are in 'green' politics you must know because rather than spend cash just protecting a BIT of it it all gets spent on paying out for what in Europe they wouldnt dare to subcontaract to the state as  its below their dignity ..(largely), to be so stupid and create an obviously unsustainable schema that just gets thrown down the road at the younger generation 

Anywa i certainly never ever pick on anyone and anyone 35 or younger is never to be even cheekily jibed about...

Not only have the most greedy generation ever - retaining a FAR higher proportion of national wealth than even Ghengis Khan managed for his buddies I'm sure, they also conned a whole next generation down, by not telling them: now god is largely put on the shelf...now racism largely rolled back...  we can now PROGRESS a ;little further... which was possible in the 1960s  bigtime... and yet all we have is a slide backwards in many ways which is not an inalienable certainty as getting god OUT of the picture was a first ever, Star Times thing .... upon which we could have carried on actually building sanity ...egalitarianism and all those boring simple things the science says 100%  better life expectancy just for example, for the most peeps...  (even if maybe with rather a  lot more house-share, which also is SO good for your life expectancy so the science says, they being immune to science in Dooneshire...and all The MArcheshire...)

all utilitarianism is.  

anywya part 1 of something that needs to be far more elegantly turned intoa  screen play as he really is magnificent..

I think she would be too....

character is the ONLY hope - but it must be authentic... and the only 'hope' is that yes the youth generally can smell a rat

(unless he is a Rat who thought he could match Stevie on the 'extension of himself bodily' , but having failed, as failures always do...became so so sour he put around false medical data, which is what the word 'narcissism' is too, as i say "unless you have a Broadmoor doctor's assessment and second opinion  from one that did at least one serial killer, as its such a hard science that of diagnostic labels, please keep your vile disgusting medical   defamations about others to yourself.."  which would shut the fuck up all of Totnes with shards of Alices Lookinglass jammed up its horrid dumb little tight ass, with merely a Narnia stuck in it so as to cork up the shit thats ruined everything... everywhere,,and always will as they knew even in the times of Pendle which I'm quite sure was far more sex equality than made out and plenty of blokey witches were used as firelighters too  

Bottom PP5 of many 

 TOP - pp 1

(weird...i am sure i put in the Brolly film here - walking with one,  i made late afternoon 30 aug

but IT has stuck some other in TO BE FIXED)

carer #2, a whole book on her words coming up one day " you're right.." daring to stand at my open window at dusk in a backroad no one can hear you scream

" and let me tell you about my sister a perfect example...'as a nipper and then the government want HER to go out to work so as to pay someone else loads of cash to pay to care for her nipper... its daft.."

Well what's daft is in Affluenza  published 2007 said exactly that, was indeed extremely prominently featured in the dodgy Beeb for several years, including the bits " and if you ship em off to a nursery before about age 4ish then you are actually infecting them with space dust -  the very toxic type as it statistically does damage their mental health, and  lifetime chances..." but nobody listened even BBC Woman's Hour to what was on the same channel rather a lot on their topic: there being no such thing as any autonomous 'woman' - refer to fab evo biol Heather Heying, prof.. until Brett made her even madder and all she do is moan about some 'cancellation' about a century ago..   especially when it comes to children and society  who no matter what the BBC may think (radio play friday afternoon quite quite extraordinary you would think men CANNOT exist any more, errata fathers )  nobody not even the Mormons can actually hide a child from the meme/concept that there are male people who often are fathers, even in faery tails...and thus in a  child's mind they will always be there somewhere ..as a potential input no matter how many lesbians took over the Swest...

errata, more (MY ONLY PALS in next town,  are a couple of em and i keep trying to lure one away from tother as my theyve gota  sexy vantoo, and i can't report how rude they were about a certain famous no longer with us virgin, it would probably get me word-policed, but at least they made me laugh..) 

and none of the Whitehall retirees round ear have even heard of it...funny that most working in advanced senior social departments

just shows how ON:LY 'up themselves' they all were always... on your taxpayer cash

as that one alone is going to cost the next generation even more of THEIR cash...  wiping up the decades of mess made by those who have had broken attachments..

thats not a tech term its been known for decades as the foundation of jolly ok mentul elf, and physical... and if you kicka  kid out into some others arms...without extremely long handovers - of many months as James found....you really do fuck em up...  badly

And that New New LAbour have since Jezza went (voted for by the yoof as they smelt his trusted grandad AUTHENTICITY) is jerrymander " you can send your kids to criminally abusive stateaided  abuse factories,  even younger  - at least 50% on average, this new century,  than EVER before, by far.. thirty hours a week for free.." if i were  35 i really would want to write that book on exactly why there should be an actual non violent but real revolution...as sadly even Jezza didn't have the balls...

Now, public service announcement, to one private communicant

 Lil' Miss "Can i ask you a  question..? about how to get into walking..."

 Its just SO nice to be asked a question.

And few are given my url.... you never know.

Part 2 as always everyone has places to be so be it...

THE one and only piece of equipment: 

Having spent a  decade joshing my my once friend who sold them,  in Kington, yet rarely used them in her real life...

YET another piece of performative plastic, fucking up the planet,  at 100 quid for the latest snazzy pair of 'walking poles' are not only likely to do you more harm than good if you trip over your own...

but steal from the necessary bodily skill that will always develop, balance. Only exception of you are climbing Everest or maybe have a back pack of 20 or so killos or more.

How.... ever, THE one most unfashionable doesn't look good in the India Jones snaps, is in fact what no one is down to earth enough to ever figure any more: how to save on all those damp tops, and drips down into your backpack...

a brolly.

But it all comes down to class. If 'laptop class' then usually ones every other day 10km can be fitted in around work, and the weather: jolly good no rain for a while off i go... no need to take brolly or waterproof coat or worry about the rains..

If in 9-5 five  days a week class of course one may have to grab ones afternoon walking on a day that's manky, and almost always  the following applies: if possible big fat showers, almost always one can stand under  a tree if caught out....or if its more than 20knots and the brolly will get hurricained away..

 but almost always showers pass or if one is caught out in even an hour at less than 20knots... its extraordinary how useful a brolly is - small collapsible if its only going to be 15ish knots no more... any more up to about 25 in truth a bigjob is nicer, and can usually be borrowed for free from church porches some lovely old thing forgot theirs ...     (cos they dont walk enough my my it does the head good too, dodging the rains and all that)

and if you mjst can double as your walking stick if you havent bothered to train yourself to be a goat and walk in moccasins as did Lucas in his best ever non-walking, walking book, Uttermost...., or plimsoles

and about the only thing the towny neurotics of the weather centres  - especially BBC  can't overforecast (it seems to get worse by the year) as it is remarkably scientific -  them isobars, is the windspeed. 

 

and my ohh my the aggro they save you,  drying off the fancy weather'proof' jacket that isn't quite as proof as it pretends...

is quite lovely...in fact keeps you walking for longer  - being less damp-dribble-dispirited, all nice and dry under your brolly,  so you end up with a bum like mine...

But you won't find one in the India/na Jones catalogues or the ridiculous rip off 'outdoor gear' stores... as they don't look good in the catalogues or ads...

and in fact careful usage (the technique of turning them into a 25er of course so as not to damage)  i usually get at least five years out of mine...often a decade.

and they can even be weaponised if the (fake)witch of Herrock Hill turns on you as she did in ehhh... 2018 if my memory serves...

which is why its sometimes useful, only if a man is this necessary,  to take protection with you .... if you can't get your own pocket witch, to walk hand in pocket in tandem... then ..

well, someone knows how i protect myself....

even on the hills... 

And it has been splendid duel purpose - tells a story of these lands you won't read in some Toty compliant fake book of lay line liars or good vibration addicts...... when they went bad on even Herrock. (proper middle of nowhere) . that was 'the day the music died'; here, an irrelevant little bit of suburban string pluckery... the proper big job one already twangin' a very discordant scary sound long ago...

to be cont

 

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  (to think I'm several weeks behind, i kid you not)

and rest on every word.

bot to top, it's at it again... weird such supersignal in here today, almost as if otherworldly, ordained

errata don't ignore yet, as i have to merge two posts

simply because of the time factor

Decades of mine they lost.

Except 'the technique'.

Now i have to get out of this mode, 

as there's a lil' rainbow at the end of one road...

and it requires clearest conceivable English communication.

Never mind my few trusted are all of other nations.