So Barenest Amos will feed the next generation of 'warriors' on their Fakebook, a whole new generation of moaning groups (i started or at least got judicial topnoddy to nod in 2006 " and Yer On'her.... this weird stuff has started Myspace and a few others, and peeps want to tell the stories independently of how the - to quote you in 2011ish to The Times, 'Maoist' SS and other lanyard wearing variants, terrorise them via their children just like those lovely Magdalena nuns did over the water.... " ..
LJ Wall a fine one " well i dont understand why anyone would want to use these devices or what they are for but fair dinkum if the plebs want to have a go at being Fourth Estate so be it..I am sure you are right there so what's your next point, ohh you think we are Maoists you cheeky 'arrogant' chap.and 'secrecy is ONLY to protect our arses .. well you may have a point there...." to paraphrase accurately a fine one...
sadly gone
(life is SHORT do it NOW)
Anyway so forever you will now have endless Fakebook groups or whatever next quoting Her Barrenest .... " the system has traumatised poor mums and bullied them as they're givin' birth ...[ 0630 Today today i have many other refs one day]."
So barren of ANY real human story.... such as cycling all the way up the whole of hilly neigh actual MOUNTAINous, mid Wales that one glorious day... setting out at 6ish with a bit of wireless on the gizmo for company and travelling light with no water bottle on comes the BBC hysteria " ohh my ohh my red alert the hottest day of the year... do make sure you are plenishly ..HYDRATED..or you will immediately die just on your tube journey to work." when real cyclists know that filling oneself up with all that heavy hydration will just slow me down at last thirty six years later, goin' on the quest ... [actual] Princess Di prowlin....
The Beauty of not just the valley.. (but so much more important than being the actual "woman whose never been born" to quote Percy even if i can never listen to them ever again hearing in fact the public schoolboy junky still is an obsessive collector or Crowleigh First Editions...
. but the hills of Corwen and all around... a year of wonky FAkebookese pinging and ponging between us startin " god you commoner impossible to have ever thought of findin' again with the commonest name in the world ever..... look i need to tell you a truth i had to leave the whole septic country age 18 cos of you..... having fell innnit with you, that night after knowing you two a year or so...but you so in love with him.... nope ... couldnt face ever seeing you again...but its so wonderful to tell you now... "
" fuck this for a game of soldiers... a year of the most intimate pingin and pongin.....i mean even tells me to Ramble On the other side of the world and go prowlin S America, ill, lookin' for a lost lass...' you just gotta DO it man..' .... but even she made mad by her FAkebook addiction and cant read give us a bell...... im just gonna get on my bike and .... meander her mountain...and as for stupid Tolkein
ruinin'
all their brains probably hers too...
life aint a faery tail
lifes about tail only and ....
her boys even lost their only black in the valley, dad...
....well i got a vacancy
but how weird is that he's buried a mere furlong from
me
and she needs some shedbuilding
for her undergeneration
rather than "you can fix my daddy's house " concatenation
that became the future endless bullshit of their sick little lost princess ..imagination
...Im good at that
off we go"
Amazing how the phone rings after about half an hour en route
after the newdawn dawn message (probably still up, all night onnit) fuckit im just on me bike luv"
So you actually nearly die not of imagined unhydration like
(ohhh i NEED power the shot of Moth on the floor panting in the lying movie is STILL stuck in my minds eye its so so funny it sums up what every walker in the whole SW has in their minds eye that without a gallon on board they are definitely going to die of something.... when a real walker if theres some hyrdationemergency its impossible to be further than half an hour walk from some stream in this land even in a'drought'...)
but 12 hrs on you bike all day up pretty steep Welsh hill passes ... not enough fuel on board knees shaking...
And there she is
It's an extraordinary thing this time thing when it comes to old beaux.... once before sadly the true princess of course i was too prejudiced at the time to appreciate the way that the one ...
well.... in fact she had the movement of Ms Heights all KAtie
and skinnier!
but unlike that fake...
Olwen had adapted her palest green skirt to be ankle length and by far the sluttiest ...
to go with her sublimest faery or witchlike dancing around the corridors my own personal prowler for years....
in fact she glided... on a magic carpet - that made of genuinely natural materials..
of obsession
absolutely no idea why on earth
but for me
For several years i would have to iognore
pretend she wasn't there hovering with her ten times sexier than KAte, look..
and sluttine fashion sense which drove me bonkers the first time i noticed it
But...in a very very uniquely classless region, sadly there was still a very small underclass. basically Olwen and her two equally sluttite gang...
almost proto 'goth' before they became as common as much.
Frankly a genius.
Whom of course intimidated the lower middle class other girls who didn't have one speck of the eyeliner genius that the actual temptress
genius possessed
so they were sidelined...
Only ever to be enjoyed out of the corner of my eye
Anyway theres nothing worse than a decade later at last plucking up the courage to attempt to put right ones error as usual only due prejudice
Never having even spoken with ones prowler even if having many an evening ion ones minds eye been with her on her naturally fibrous magic carpet ...
To knock on her front door and discover
she's gone and got as fat and jowly as the first Ms Bush....
Until, there is one thing worse as fat can be cured
Well i need Mister Bates
Herb
Even if one may 'visit' the prototype
still sometimes at night
(in fact errata torturing onesself for mine art looking at Kate warblin their atrocious book - every English private schoolgirl ive ever known has on their Desert island one! ... Olwen not only ten times more asluttine dress sense her hair i still cant forget the perfection in longer than Kates and far more sluttine in arrangement.... if one had stumbled across Kate in some back alley at night you would walk past not even knowing her...but Olwen made sure with the genius of every serpent slitherin under non existant Eve's skirts as if she could Pied Piper every one into only on her obsessive mission and crusade and never ending tirade ..of looks that needed no words... you know what serpents are ...for....and she could never be not noticed as totally unique... and the only one whom ever got the look, perfect )
Anyway there is one thing worse: discovering something immutable. Fat being dealable-with, no injections required...
There you are.... and within an hour of being in The Princesse's
kitchen...
thirty six years late
and hearing her tales of thirty years senior SRN at The Countess
of Chester
and then meeting her [f] drug dealer joining us
for tea and....
And how they both boast of the
"no i wouldnt if i were you .....not even out of curiosity, having 'grown out of it 36 years ago'..... this stuff is utter brain damage..."
As one discovered was indeed the sad fact of the matter
no brain left to damage
30 years gobblin that stuff
But it was the boasting the real sadness
" they wouldnt dare.... there are a few of us, quite a few in fact.... but drug tests ... well we are considered above needing to be monitored, or even questioned....i quite often have a big fat spliff behind the bins at ...work.."
wont be in Barenesses barren report barren of the truth of your sceptic aisle...
anyway which story of all mine, may be as simple and poignant of Herberts magnificent Love for Lydia (and in fact many others of his better and subtler) that Fitzgerald-like but without that silly YAnkee fizz, chronicle the true .?.. well truth of how once good things do rot...
but somehow he kept within his tales of Wasteland some kind of life affirming, something....
makes you want to live, despite her....
even if the only real sadness is being shouted at snidely and angrily, by a woman in charge of health for many for going out for a walk alone on the mountain she lives just next to.... as mad to want to go for a walk ...
