... i just don' t get it though i shall never make up hyperbolic connection disorder especially for cash. Or clicks.
Almost every single ' moment goes to some bleedin' ideal plan A
Like almost like clockwork.
Never mind too many "spooky" shivers down the spine at absurd coincidence ( only ever connected to things written - 20 years ago i clocked that great big goddessly con, ultimate bloody slap inthe face with a common Carp.. being nobody ever reads andalso thinks/ retains any more....)
meanwhile least i forget, in the great ' blame game' ... funny thing that blaming Randy Andy for this that and the other too....
And as a commie-republican always ( thats the unitarian variety) ehhhh...
and only sympathetic to Former Sovs that got on the wrong banana boat ... even mine was bemused the day we awoke to the beginning of IT ( which did not start with the Fakebook alogorithm, as all pipsqueek nobrainers like Jonathan Haidt can only recall and go back to .. rather than blaming the parents of before Fakebook times... ( as she did quite rightly )
so yes ... ehh no mater what they may say, as even Christopher Foyle inheritor of Foyles dodgy bookshop i worked for in the 80s had his offices wired for sneaky eavesdropping on our every word ..in the mid 80s!
One just knows.... every word
spoke in her gaff... ssss
Especially over the blower ..
And one is quite sure that mi5 had fairly daily briefs of what's in and out if his ..
so yes the moment the people went mad, for an upchucking CheltenhamLady babe whom reaped what she sowed . . and certainly not for " love"
wrapped around a Parisian concrete post, it
is the moment
... hold THE presses!
how did i grab her by the reins and exchange phone numbers before Start The Week time
Jesus ferk...
Its like a dream . " come for hearty soup" thisteraft
I dont want a " home" especially so close to The Source...
..anyway watchin em go bonkers lining the London streets with croctears for the cameras .. just after i imported my own economic migrant
nowt wrong with that...
.,so on the big national blame game ...ehhhhmmm someone and his too-cheap ten bedrooms never mind all that Grand Ole Dukeish naughty boyness....
ehhmmmmm didn't they have a mother hen landlord, who apart from being head if the 'household' and phonetapping rooms, too....
if my memory serves ...she was also kind of 'responsible' for .
. bigbossy one of the rest of the fetid underpant of a nation, too....
I would bet a whole kingdom- my rather unlikely new one, on nobody ever even suggesting that that particular ..matriach.... may just be responsible for one speck of dust on his shabby old boy's stained frock coat...
(note to self " why ONLY women havet he voice" .. so so overdue on that essay many a time oralled and how they fight.. " patriach" this that and the other... as many times as EVERY single person overherd satermorn had something wrong with them ..
often " complex"too ..
As she with her nag laughed at ... WITH ..me
bellylaugh, too
hmmmm....
