yes him the once god,
a true once-poet
implyin that women are dilettante foodies and care if their rice burns...
rather than care about a good Montaignin' bitto nourishment over the aga
or on the floor if its clean as any American would demand will kill her if theres even half a germ left
anyway errata homopiscine...
Now the funniest thing ever was when a certain BBC VERY VERY common as muck, everywhere, presenter polemicist, read out the data a few years ago:
" gosh well that rather surprising i thought it was far more maybe ten percent ...than the 1.5% gay/lesbian...." when reading out the 2021 sexuality census data
words to that effect OBVIOUSLY.. but unquestionable in that you could hear his tight bumfucked butt - as he is CONSTANTLY reminding us, squeek on his seat.... [ a real man Douglas Murray even if he went very very wonky, when gaza hit the fan, nevertheless i would listen to his material on freedom of speech for at least 3 years and had no idea he was 'gay' as a real man doesnt have to ever mention it..].."
so in fact it isnt the homopiscine
causing extinction in more ways than one, with all them poppers and ky as they were always a statistical minority
(of COURSE if one looks at the data ["7.5% did not answer the sexual orientation question"] one could theorise well maybe they were too scared but when the bbc has been for years bringing out shows about the only gay in tghe welsh valleys being all happily out.... and anyway the first Tranny April Ashley moved to even HAy in old days VERY VERY bigot redneck and nobody actually ever mentioned herhimher whatever the latest nomneculture is...
and anyway on his own BBC maybe 7 or 8 years ago a superb scientist who had lived 30 years with the rather randy 'if it moves fuckit if it dioesnt fuckit til it does' bonobos... actually with them.... said " well as we know they do do it up the back alley plenty but....every single one i got to know well meaning all my local triube at some point or other had a girlfriend too.... and bonobos dont believe in a lovely bucolic meander up the hills...its all or nuthin with them!"
furthermore surely by 2021 it became so so popular to try and join in with everyone else in every play and poem and drama and everything on the BBC demanding one is in this huge homo-gay (i though fine lovely lezzies were officially gaytoo? even i cant keep up even if it was wonderful seeing theior theme park around the toe clearly a getaway retreat to... perform everywhere holding hands... blessem but you cant ask a fat incomer clearly VERY unhappy woman being plenished sat oon the bencjh overlooking lezzie-central if its a thing as one ios hissed at " thats a very SEPARATIST thing to ask.." all we were doing was figuring if the walking companion could blurt out something direct as she was pondering scientific 'experimentation' fuck they assume ... no man can ever even ask a nice gentle question about reality - but i have a plan!!!) tribe...
Anyway now
for the last year (book ten) well in fact the next ten volumes
splendid many month chats witha woman
recorded as we were 'working'
i mean not me i wouldnt for a second express my factual opinions on thge reality of anything wo/man.... her, she said " cripes not ANOTHER wrecking ball of a childless [middle aged] woman..."
her filmed expression told it all - scars, spear and arrow..
and also digital
and she is 'of' this land/tribe at least 20 years.. they are her so called 'friends'.
I am not interested in negativity even if its funny
only positivity
And.... even i was shocked when after we are deliberating several weeks how yes MALE dominated foodieism...
has wrecking balled once saneish society....
and as her business was being a foodie for hire despite also being on the dole...
(as her childless wrecking ball landlady SO SO officially eco worthy witch [the tennants words not mine or maybe that one was... yes it made my friend the tennat laugh] landlady renting out substandard accomodation at an 'eco' retreat would have known as the dole paid her rent...to her.... (as was so so many times seen in Horrorfordshire from 2006ish)
Anyway NO sins in the SW in any way interest me
(except the two new ones i have discovered regarding the only real woman i have known 100% glowing with total womanliness as she knows as she meanders the marketplaces of Northern PAstyland... pimpin her ghood book and splendid glossy broshure on SUNSHINE makes you live longer so you can go indoors to worship MY god on saturday even longer..."
"ehh Claudia isnt there a small contradiction in message ...well a bit of it...how about you repurpose your Hall for Tramps and you fat load of bourgeois moaners do your god thing outdoors... even better naked..as you are right with that doctrine in brochure number two...."
Only made her gorgeous Christian Soldier eyes widen furrther unblinkingly and smile even more the only real smile i guess i have encountered in all of here...
even if i am open to being proven wrong.
Anyway forget lost religious nutjobs even if the one lastereve was superb for real.... or maybe she wasnt maybe she just took their 'alms'
well she did, only 3 quid but maybe was just the cleaner...
though a superbly educated one.
i test
Anyway .... several spring months brainstorming topless on the most glorious even if polluted beach of all....
and i knew from day 1 when " i dont shop in supermarkets " was the usual lostgirl sad attack
(when you see later on a house packed full of WAitrose finest... nope Waiotrose of course isnt a supermarket...
in fact as i sat in jallopy in the lanes errata byways of hidden Horrorfordshire early 2021
i remeber exactly the moment
The first ever Waitrose van was spied meandering in....
even there, utter pestilent drug addled alcy shithole, of redneck mafia, my nearest coop, Kington... (the ones who couldnt afford smartdrugs addled Hay or Presteigne had to make do with from about 2015 or 16... yes i must get to her soon.... what a pickup line AND she laughed!
(it was a test)
But all of that is irrelevent
all i care about is quietly SHYLY being myself
(she sure wont believe)
and the utter miracle spiritual or straight from the Holy Ghoster....
one cannot know
It is literally in the can just like that
the next day:
" god Babs.... this stuff on foodie bullshit taking over even sadman MAverick a bob the beefy oligarch's shitpipe builder brownosing to them with his so sexy brown smiley face.... he sneers at behind their backs... you have his number and my script how to lure him the one only man worth luring so you get the good seeing to you are clearly well in need of too....[ this isnt made up real stories can't even be slightly sanitised or bowdlerised]...
"babs... i CANNOT in this universe of your stupid Oracle Girls frequency off the scale of sanity or any other write a whole film script and paint word pictures of all the scenes crystal clear...just like that, or ever.... its NOT me.... i am a ponderous wistful poetical type named his lass out of Hooky's first equal Up To Me....
" i love Poliakoff the beautiful quietitude in his one about poignant pictures...a slow build..... and you did too....at least then listen to me.... arft takes years of being in the cauldron whilst the fake witches are trying to get you arrested for questioning their recipe...
" but it just came from nowhere a whole film script whole thing characters you are in it as you want and need to be....
its perfect...fully formed just like that when i woke yestermorn at 530 as usual and as usual waiting for 4 hrs for you to even get out of bed and get to work an hour later or hours if its a detox or supplement research day despite you lying about being 'au naturelle..' all of it....you are heroine who ...changes
its beautiful
right let me spend a day recording writing it up see what you think..."
response: basically "its genius..."
in Cheltenham ladies speak which is never say so but immediately make pages of notes on my script about how we can bring it straight to screen as its brilliant and maybe her sucking up to Mister rich "blue ensign" yachtie those years and his actual oldman dick, ..not in Shitcreek-on-"Hateful"-drugs but where the real yachties pollute the seas, Cannes...
could be networked into something real
Anyway yes all i care about is past material about past places...
And whatdyerknow some is really good - especially the foodie one
which is far more fabulously Poliakoff or even dodgy Tom Stoppard than the two of them put together inb a fringe minority irrelevent movie about those so so many millions of gay men roaming the land being abused...
(perhaps they have had their 'turn' law is meant to be about proportionality.... even if an insignificant minority...and yes when the Queen - EVERYones favourite wine bar owner of Leominster with MANY gay men clientelle..... heard that her boys school had extended 'pride' week to 'pride month' very very very comp[ulsorily like ebven in assembly...even she said " ive now had enough this is much to far even here theres about three gay within 30km and they all come to my winebar the only others we get are the lost ones from HAy where it seems they were lured...dragged in almost... "
" ehh so as you CARE...and as ALL of Leo loves you....why not stand for the council so you can become maYOR OR SOMETHING ADULT..... acc cap but... i know the Green party town and county councillors.... THEY nobody else THEY did this... its how they lure in Jerry and meander his arse all over the place for THEIR benefit only pretending he doesnt like the little whippings he will pay for rather a lot in London....in fact is victimised by them.... )
Anyway one can't even write her exact words or describe her expression which said "i am a VERY reasonable pro homo woman but this is far far too faR AND WILL hurt MY KIDS... i HAVE HAD ENOUGH"
OOPS ACC CAP
HURT
CAPPED ALL THE REST DOESNT MATTER
But one cannot have all this cookery nonsense real men call food " fuck do i have to tell you one more time BAbs food is FUEL only.... brain food or JOBfood.... "
even she couldnt listen the way they nag " but do you want the seasalt or ordinaruy ohh no i dont have ordinary... salt or anything.... ohh i see your cheap nasty coffee is there you must be mad to say that tastes nicer than my WAitrose as ...blahh blahh..." which turned all Britishers into pathetic little private schoolboys who can only get 'love' via the spotted dick they were forcefed at boarding school...as mummy couldnt handle being their nurse so Shipmanned them off ... away from any humanity
to board
to board
(as Oliver JAmes alluded to but living so close to Oxford had to downplay)
without blaming who really started it
even if one of a handful
(so hated by my absurd little Cosa Nostran ex drug dealer bro in law, once business partner of, cofounder of.... as he didnt get the same media attention as his once partner, money can't quite buy you..... especially in UK media run by jolly good and quite ferocious, sex deprived... Cheltenhamates behind the scenes...as sure as ferrits are... )still i am quite sure playing footsie under the Olivo..or Olivetta... tables with the bbc media journos who lapped every drop of greasy olive oil falling of his sweaty brow (cocaine fuelled so often) making their sweat even more profusely
twas ever thus
But i dont think there is only ever one 'victim' in this world
even if this first fallen Empire near 2 millennia on are Cosa Nostraing themselves almost as if in revenge
under the hem of even my lass
so sneakily
such that you never ever know why .. the introductions
as of course really you can't have the one person who saw through the scheme
at the same funeral or even in the will
(so glad i never had THAT poison chalice )
None of which matters really the only thing i knew 20+ years ago that mattered is if even a once ok Blackbusheist
hetoo never does anything
never means the words we knew quite well 45 years ago
as he's too busy sourcing the lastest foodie ingredients
Of course he never had time...to ever care about HIS PAstine
seas all not very
clean
or in fact even care
But dont blame the women for starting this decades long
all engulfin' latest addiction
all about the rice burnin' in the kitchen