..i was nearly ready lastereve....
There can be no more truly 'romantic' - in the far larger sense of that word,
as i tried to explain The Sublime to the most fancy artistes the other eve,
an encounter than in a darkened inner sanctum, her shufflin' around
rather bugging me.
But i decided to just pass the time
(a chargin' as usual)
And within about ten minutes i had teased out her
truth
" well.... it was written by blokes of course its sexist, as you say eleven bil in the bank, pigtrough...."
"so i heard the other day some poncy bish or the like talking possible 'schism'.. prey give me your thoughts"
" .... ask me.... and there bloodywell needs to be one..."
But what a true scholar as we spoke of " 1976 Kabul, Tehran they could flounce around showing their knees... and a mere fluke that the wonkiest nutjob, a choice of all sorts of moderates, but almost by random hat naming, top fruitbat got into power 79... but sadly nobody says .... well ..i have loved two Palestinians, my lass only exists because of a third even if magnificent mong, part Pally part Brit... meandered their so called holy lands... from young.... took my lass age three around deserted N Africa a month after their Twin Towers..just me lass her £20 mothercare little fold up pram.... my rucksack.... and every single one ..in fact my poor lass would often intimate as we are pramming down some dusty deserted prom ' dad i just CANNOT take it any more these blokes endlessly harassing me with endless kisses and sweeties! please can i have one of them hideaway headdress things the other girls have here!!' just for BEing there about the only whiteys in their country all the rest in all the world sat at home on their stupid phones with the so called news, even if they didnt exist yet,...all assuming instant headchoppin..... if one gets a very very cheap few weeks in the N. African early winter sun way off the beaten track even if a detour to the beaten tyrack the massive tourist hotels of Coastal Tunisia a total emptied Wasteland utterly unique experience to be in massive swimpools all blings and the only ones innit......... best holiday i have ever had in my life the true joy in the eyes of the mums in the dusty early evening little bars like that village around then deserted El Djem, figuring what the fuckin' Allah just wandered into their desrted bankrupt barcafe and instantly realising ...well... even if they knew they could get a pile of gold for her on the international market - she so absurdly happy to meet endless raghead mammas every one so smiley attentive one knew one was in the safest 'community' in the whole world there and then.... i know them Arabs... but the thing is nobody will ever say ... my ohh my I am quite sure even in most of Gaza which isnt there any more .. well watch the film The MAyor.... the bling in a town the size of Horrorford indeed that county kindof officially rich even if they hide it away in them Channel Aisles or expensive real estate church aisles.... their county council offices about ten times more leather sofa palatial than the torn and mouldy even of Horrorford [which should be renamed infectedby-and-downstream-of-Hay's-prozac-piss] ... the one thing they never ever tell you about yes i am quite sure even Gaza in need of solidarity aid.. coffins ... you dont get invited in for a coffee if the fancy sofa just got blown up too..... as they 'identify' themselves far more by the fancy furniture than anything else.... indeed they have just as much Bovarian cancer there maybe even more than the so called West, as there simply is NO counter cultural argument or philosophy....total one hundred percent bourgeois blingy hegemony...and that's deep down what all thats really been about... Mammon.... "
Now if one is rather seethrough all the tricks of Southerner word and smile... there is action:
the old watchwoman shufflin' just wants to shuffle off and back to her tv or whatever brain rot the ones with trophy dogs dont have to rot their brains...(in that caring for malnutrited kids especially if YUK partly to blame when no other EU countries are, requires a brain; caring for a dumb animal even if i've lovingly had a zoo for my own lass, takes nothing but Teletubby smiles... and silly gurgling noises...they cant even understand)... so she shuffles to come closer and sits upon the pewback.... and we communicate. Pure equals. One cause.... as always, only. the cant and vanity.
How to overthrow the fuckers whom ... her cause....... except of course i cannot have any input, especially as i couldnt give a fig
But there is NOTHING more fun than a woman with a backbone, and a bit of a grudge....and more important an actually great ordinary mind as none of the above is rocket science who wants to shove in a few barrels of her own rocketfuel too....
So nearly "hmm i need to have round two with her.."
But nope twasnt yet the perfect moment. And caring about which sky faery has the biggest wate of hot air on ..'him' none of my biz....
But my biz in fact is that we are made by all the assumers all the ones who cannot thing beyond their Southern narcissistic dog kennel of an existence... that there are indeed OTHERS. Even if my s/h £30 leather coat looks like a 500 quid South Molton one it was a once a decade not-impulse buy but over a battle with the only one fine woman who simply attacked immediately me trespassing upon her Presteigne High St flea market street hawkin' .... the moments i suggested her prices were a bit Sth Ken ... for fun... and for months we daggers drew even wider smiles as the insults and false accusations of heretical streetseller hooker light intimations...
got so so stalemate ...neither thinking of what insult could trump the last...
I let her win. As she had earned BEing a country lass even if 67... by avin' a laff no matter what.... late 2020
And i never all my whole life could ever find a leather jacket that made me look like George Clooney, ever.... until i decidedly had given up EVER wanting to be thought even ok to look at .. until that battle did begin - i got 25% off i do believe even if it took 2 months..
which means she is Moroccan; as they know its ALL sport... when you have headchoppin kings still in charge,...and money bling the whole damn thing is nothing but a game....
in fact it embarrasses me to wear it still....
Especially meeting numbers two and three... i simply cannot believe that certain groovy little majyycc encounters keep happening.
Except with the source, before The Source reared its ugly Totty filled head ..of true counterculture, sane democratic progressive humanity ... three down to earth people of them hills.... (i always insult in first hello-sentence as mere hillocks compared to my native propper real hills, without a baby comforteing mountain rescue landrover for a hundred miles) ..
Anyway three!
in reverse order simply magnificent sour ex hillfarmer ("i just couldnt make a penny any more i didnt know the right clique" )who knows its all a game but still makes extremely rude jokes about the daughters of the invaders who " they buy their princess a shop down there for...god only knows what .."
Number one the remeberist
Burt number two, on her bike up in the hills ive seen her... so glad we had a word at last, because if i were ever to start a workshop on how to ACTUALLY be a country lass rather than so so many sour miserable looking ones i see walking alone, on their L'Oreal or Monsanto pension dosh, the requirement is at the beginning of a chat even if alone up in the hills noone could hear you scream.... by at least line three, you GIVE some personal secret, or personal thing about your PERSON.... and the fruitier the better...
It is so extraordinary that in the 400 quid huggahugga or is it hygge... 'retreats' mindful voodoo of 'relating' or embodying ....or fancy popup saunas ... this seems not to have been put at the top of their 'playbook' .... as when you've got past the inevitable coy stage of being younger, its the only truly mindful thing and simple ole hilldwellin yokel KNOWS......is how to be
And be happy. As her magnificent bright eyes did tell..... so i was in too good a mood to waste time pondering how to be a stirrer.... or even groomer
But am now - sleeping on only 'positivity' - the REAL kind, (that boasts of "you shouldv seen me yesterday in my oilskins up ear in them ills....upon old bessie..i reckin im the only one of em never, ill.... " all i have quested for for a decade...
is wonderful
