Bloody weather! ...
Meaning: ehhh... in the last three months i have had my best walking-wandering-landloping phase for five years since i walked out one mid march mornin' 2020... cos the fascists (to quote the youngish man at the perfect approved 'retreat' lasterweek .. - he's allowed to use the words, as he has all the right tattoos... and mates...
...well we didn't know then that i was king of defence.... (tip: it's never ever reactin') and 18 months later i would be the Olympic champion anti-rentier operative by waking away with world record arrears.. (all the other peasants just moanin' about how she put the rent up in her 80 properties by the highest rate we had known by far that June...2020.... but that's ok if you live in London or even a suburb or even London-on-sea where everyone pretends "community" this was the ONE place left in the whole MArches where " we are a small little freindly community and I look after everyone... " kind of bullshit...
I saw through the moment i met her 2013.... but it was all the others who one saw (and didnt befriend as no one ever actually did) so badly damaged by her....
Because having some numbty tell you they or someone else is "nice" when they are not is a symptom of mental illness it should be in their DSM 1, to now...
But theyre all too clever dick for that...
Becauase it makes the receiver of "the information" mentally ill... for real
As i saw over those years... and she of course picked off the single middle aged women first for truly awful Rachman behaviour...
(9 small households dotted around the ancient outbuildings of the very ancient estate.. jerry built into cheap conversions i loved... but The Greens wont tell you that two-per-woodburner is good for the planet and and even good for your ability to retain a roof.... because of course Ellie lives in the extremely expensive gated commiunity for rich incomer singles.... who have South Eastern money one way or other...
the way the single 50 somethings...one 67 ... were picked off as Mrs RAchman began to gentrify ...(after 7 years of near Paradise as they rarely even visited our gaff years at a time) as is her legal right... but it was the way,.... the outright denials in the years leading up.... and then as each of her victims (their fault for believeing her and not the rare voice of sanity, me as believe it or not i have rather good peep skills..) was turfed out in a VERY sparsely populated region..it is the way she then went about making up stories about why after 20 years residence Clare had to go... making personal stories up about the state of the way she left the place ..her and her fine young man-son...
to character assasinate .... to justify of course her...
(read volume 2..)
which meant Clare of course wouldnt be able to find anywhere else all that horrid gossip... by people who do nothing in the community or environment - no 'causes' no heling others or itp...so have such bitter little minds all they do is gossip
(the lower orders of the land - mainly bluehair imports resettled by the state for one reason or other..)
Anyway...only one person, played her game ...
however as her game was a ridiculous one from her Hemel Hempstead youth where every single twix she would itemise in her accounts and claim back for VAT
(as her skip did describe) and every second over near a decade spent on her was a second wasted...
To play her game, win, with the longest ever smiley " sorry i cant pay i thought i could but.." free rent from the rentiers, period, for 18 months, yet on the absolute minimum time invested in her warped little mindless mind (who would even insult my large library, too my face, and my chronicling-protection device..... thats who Nigel will have as his actual Europe Day campaigning ... archetype.... British Battleaxe...
Audi 75 Grand 4wd when they never even left the High St...
his and hers in fact, matching 5 grand number plates of course ... (you do see a lot of that down S..west..)
Where you dont see them is in gaol and criminal damage against a tennants property .. " yea you can leave those couches in the barn a bit"
so they can be filmed being burned...
(as with so many other plastic burning sessions/ tyres/ really good reuasable wood... mound sof it... usable furniture.... all his rubbish... at the bonfire spot hidden behind ancient walls of her little fiefdom.. one of only two for probably 5 or so km in any direction that managed to get new era grants for environmental stewardhip... quite a lot i would guess.... even enabling illegal concealed CCTV...)
Anyway all i know is truth and authenticity trump everything, such that one must say even when ones hoped for next phase depende don it...
the whole US 'model' every Hay-on-Wye incomer fraudster woman [it was only them - the ones who go to festivals and Portiuguese retrteats.. the pictures they put up of sobbing children and bujrned laptops, in artistic remodeled shapes ...at the Portuguese fires 8 or 9 years ago.... such amazing bandwagon jumpin production values good job someone keeps a true picture... and knows where their actual home is in rural Herefordshire rather than Portuguese burned down shepherds hut... ] jumped on bandwagonof crowdfunding and all of that seems to be dying...
i have never known such low traffc...
almost dead...
https://mendicantralph.blogspot.com/2025/04/crowdfunder-write-up-3-april-2025.html
which is sad as i now do have iot licked - how to roam this region with ALWAYS perfect zen, knowing when
And when not
And even who it is FOR... at last...
" i want a book that gives the truth.."
I am sure i shall never meet again - they all so nervily,... never come back.. never re-match, never take any next step, even to have great chats on death 'n how to landlope on
(thats what it was .. 2005ish wanderin up the Hay on Wye high st.. " hmmmm... ,my ohh my why... ? and what does one say... i guess they are just so so so sensitive sensitivity... oversensitivity... nervy... almost every single one you ever meet nowadays..." )
.... ohh well how sad never mind...
And at least i did meet my 100% perfect archetypal reader... if i can find just a shepherds hut to squat with a plug..
ohhh...of course.. they sold them all to her...
type,
swapped for South Eastern bridge buildin' cash... so
they wont understand the one key word: authentic
for real...pukka.... and being nobody nowhere for years
is how you manage i guess to process it all in .. just five years
when most are done in for ..life
I know as i see them everywhere, hiding.... unable to even meet a walker meanderin' the street..
scuttlin' away like rats.... back to the prozac pots
or vats of psychotropic tea
Nuthin' to do with me as not one ever listened...
or asked " how have you managed to persist 25 years in all this mad sick dysfunctionality ... bouncin' on every day.... and lass top cohort of scholarly achievement... nationally...."?
Its that above all these truly death on two legs ... (they usually run away with after about 3-5 years cant take bein that far fron=m the shops...)
They never ask... they may observe a most engaged and sharp daughter for miles...never even ask what education strategies may work best
for them too..
Hatesville is just lost and sick.... theres no hate there....
Theres one thing i decry more than havin'
winter vomitin' bug all summer too (assuming they get up early enough to meet the ayahhoooasker deliveroo,
up the creek)
it is arrogance...
pure hidden English
South Eastern
arrogance
That entirely took over .. the actual 'environment'
PAstyshire only ever a polluted holiday camp for 'adventurers' in their silly boats or
fancy dress
The MArches did matter... as thats where it was.
AND why they failed there is THE national story that must be told
Or can't they listen to even their BBC poshbird poshrtalk,
rather regularly
" [UK] THE most nature denuded country in the WHOLE of Europe.. "
yea that includes the territories you get your pets from too
Former Sov "birds" to put in her litte giolded cage..
and cheep when it suits...
that still are painted as only fetid swamps and once-were-death-camps
