... even if the first seemingly fine mum of that river, seemed to care, but huffily ignores
her kids got the GREAT cultural item first...
the one that made me... just be normal, and stick to the rules decades known, and know what propriety means; caring only about what next and passing on the good information you have learned.
And above all i know I was educated correctly by a little great culture, from the first great 'humanist' book to Silas to the few Wendy Perriams who didn't get ruined by showoff cleverness that amounted to nothing at all - all English so called men writers display like tailless peacocks, good for nothing but the pot; sadly for Mister Amis's grandkids...
MY daughter has to have at least an attempt at Ragged Trouseredly attempting to bring alive, why her river went dead... the one 'one' would have thought could be saved just an itzy witzy bit...
And i know that only 'real' storytelling can possibly do that one day... I'm the luckiest person still alive my age...
Especially since post-'ego' the amount of times i have in writing to a fair few performative 'carer's said you can 'share' it.... a rather useful chronicle of all of them...how they failed... because of themselves.
There...not here... everywhere in UK dangerous if they think you may tell some 'truth'... funny thing as Mister Malle did in one line rather well describe: no not the 'damaged' - at least she kindof remained on 'side'.....
shame damaged peeps bore me to death, too, even if they can be relied on to not actually care about past footstampy moments, as long as one has learned to not care about them, ever, either, nor take them ever to heart.... i only like, normal. How boring am i.... perhaps that's what you need to have done areal George Borrow for so long...but only so my lasses lot actually have a proper record that may even engage, even be "what in earth is in the next chapter the silly old madman doesnt learn from his last one!"..one day, even if I'm long gone
That's all that matters - educating the next generation down.... why one tolerated it this far.... with sadly no real fun... only us Cider With Rosie lot
who lived that so many years in our very well spent yoof
as there was nothing else to do
know what real fun is....
and real freedom
