that..
Righty ho so the booker was it or Pulyone ...
The woman and her lifetime of diaries.
Well even they - these latter-day nonces who didnt give Rachel K her actually earned best ever book of the century, prize...
(as Steve badger baiter [from his own right-hand lackey] Windwood gets his prized MBE*]).... realised the nuance and poignancy of bits missed out, made it an actual act of imagination: what was she up to ,... in the times of silence? "it made it even more thrilling"
So, stories....and i know exactly where the 'line' is in "protecting your real identity.." to quote her name song.
Now all i know a whole peninsula, or "them" 99% who are one and all..
be-labelled from the ubiquitous all over the place like a slime that crept up the valley from their Narnian bogs..
...cos the lever man was too busy readin' up on his latest potential diagnosey parkinsons or whatever else they ALL think they have, so post-modernly, like they MUST have.. to reverse the flow ...(i gave her whatfor thisterlunchtime on Surfers Against it.. but her..i want! her art is even better... Jesus Christ the dad one really did ACTUALLY make me weep inside...)
from the 'PTSD' every tie they open their gobs.. to of course the quite abled woman sat in the shopdoor way awaiting her boss a bit late.. and her ADHD ... through every fancy self-identity in between...
( wow this inadvertent red light is FAR nicer on trhe eyes in all sorts of ways plus far more stealthy... in the region where one has to be even more stealthy if that's a thing...)
Now, the zen-'o-kairos to get EXACTLY here and now....and revved up, despite 'em ..
A bit of batt
And a pad of replasticated notes...
When i should have been elsewhere.... long long sought.
But ponderating thisteraft with my free paupers grub
(hahh hahhh itsa Barbour, of course...unclaimed
what a prize drawn game...)
