"hubris" soon...

 But thattoo

she would get it....

I mean for fux sake she had three mini Serges, in her front room, and two were girlies....

And her Serge had driven her a bit nutz with his big one...

SO Brigitte is forgiven her laterday

 nutcasery.... 

or nutjobism

All i know she was the best job i ever did.

But driving (one headlight still off so i can't drive at night which is a good thing with all these 6.5 rated junkie wimmin around ....not The Lemon mind you....she is pure)

At way before dawn:

Yes  even if Silas is one of only three i have read thrice... 

And ALL English menritters (her schoolfriends) one saw through as vile slime on the bottom and top of the pond several decades ago... killing all growth within

Yes Wendy P and Rachel C ....  

the only goodies and poor Bella Mackie  in her good attempt, in How to Kill... we discover that all along her bonkers heroine had been directed...by a bloke

But then if Mister Rusbhridger (mine customer in person some years i'm a allowed to judge

the silliest books in history were his drug)

 spawned, you you never had a hope

Now i know exactly my teenage blueprint.

Thing is there was second.

And that one simplest Mount Blanc, 

peak and sleighing down the otherside

Even if Ethantoo as  simply glidethrough

the drivethrough 

of so much of Yankee drivein

And all along ...well

she gave me a Primo

The Wrench or was it Other People's Trades

no not his most gracious  depiction of past events in If This IS

Simply the only other moment i went home.

The moment i met him up there

i was on forever the sunny  side of that greatest mountain

Home run. 

And of course she was stuck

exactly half way between what he Mister Big wanted from her

And his fantasy

she could never be

(even if wow having seen so many doppelgangers out on these Surry-in-the Hills  streets

Its eerie the likeness.....   even if not one know how to spell honnête et droit

and what the hat is for....)

But here's the real thing, the all of life one

As i observed and related yesteraft

To Suzi (the 'narrator' is in 'Omers dull first draft

and slagged off herein she's the 'case study')

yesteraft

It the whole of the last dull 150 years of history

i saw boxing day as if it was still eighteen seventy three

"It's about exactly you in your Surrey mamma's baby book

was it 1967?, still, today.  

Your mum a six  - exactly, out of ten

But them six and a halfs its that extra smallest step

maybe once a year up into the arse-end 

[perfect vintage late 70s maybe eighties

before the filthy plebs got Easyjetted all over place littering it with their babycham and Brut] 

'of the tally-ho off to see uncle Tarq in Tuscany 

for a few weeks maybe even three....'

thats what sorted the sixes from them six and a halfs....

you poor sixes a dreary time in Le Touquet  or if you're lucky, Normandie.... 

And i saw it is still exactly the same exact  division  no matter what your silly Nigel thinks

the sixes suckin lollipop spurs of  them six 'narrfffs.... 

maybe  they'll get invited to the once-a-year ball

or charity auction, 

and no matter what they may state in 'public' about their love for vegan foxes

when the six 'narfffs declared war, via  the odd seven or eight left 

veiled or not ...

....luv ive never had such fun i meqan i couldnt do that ten year'nago

in the square in front of all gathered alligators and vicious sharks

chattin' up and making laugh chief be-veiled sexy Missus  chief sidesadle prone Dominatrix which was exactly 

what our private whispers in her nag's ears  whispered just loud enough so mummy heard

and what a wink!

Suzi...... all that matters now for your 'cause' ...is what will your Nigel think..

cos them speeches for the cameras  were Churchillian,

 'sacrafice' 'martyrdom'  i mean sat upon 50 grand worth of pedestel

i kid not ' we are now the opressed...minority..' 

so you are a six... smashing Horrorfordshire huntspeeps  wingmirrors i wont tell a soul

the six point fives declared their position, on the side of martyrdom....

and even if i became a one point five forever age about ten

only cos Olwen a one or even minus,  was the only one with any fashion sense

of fuck-me Frenchieness 

 you know the six point fives and above have all the loot

and any sixes who turncoat they'll shoot

so its now nowt o do with me ever again i chose fifty years ago

its now only ...up to You..."

But the real choosy choice ....

As if by his Masters voice

Damn it i realised just the other day

Only one Eng-lite one i ever knew

would understand exactly every single unsaid word, that now i say