Wednesday, 14 January 2026

Now, all a frosty mornin' does is sometimes slow me down...

Even if last 48 hrs talk about Mister efficiency

thanks to the lord who ain't divine and certainly doesn't exist the way they sexistly say 'he' does, as for now all it is is a ferrit...

who helps me when i start writing! i near forgot the pattern

So, as i don't ponder but allow things to precipitate when they will, yes near 20 years, but especially 7 years of the landowners going wonky; all that " yes wow great stage one of THE JOB"  - tending to their rotten wood, and without any obvious cause and effect they spin out of control get all weird and then just like that cancel... when i know full well they really did want their job doing...and probably had some money left after their hidden alcoholism or Xanax addiction to pay for it to continue....

why?

And I always knew what the pattern was but having a truly lovely few days even if hard work (i told my fave librarian she 'won' yesters)  reviewing or beginning to ten years of chronicle with all sorts of bits of fantastic aides to a fabulous memory - most pictures taken so i can locate the audio that was being recorded at the time so it will take a lot longer, yes the pattern is so obvious: if one is as a true fringeland rural person of the land must be, always, and was taught well by oldman mentor Ralph, always methodical...always. No matter what or which psychodrama they are addicted to around you, you tune them out and forward plan THE JOB in your head even when off paid duty  so they are in fact getting you at about 2/3 of minimum wage as their job inhabits your head even when not being paid to do it, or getting ripped off for the last chunk of wages so often they need to as they need to... live in their psychodramas, yes methodical means  that irrespective of the waffle they're waffling to fill in the time between their next pill or drink or session sat all day watching their telly any good rural worker battling the weather and aas always wanting best bang for buck, meaning a great job at reduced cost one thinks ahead such as ponder how one may get wood as dry as possible before creosoting or the necessary two coats of thick bitumern if a gatepost  - the way gatesposts just rot away within a few years nowadays as they are designed to, when ye olde gateposts lasted thirty or forty

anyway just drying wood properly in the sun may require considerable guile plotting where to put them out to dry getting best sun and how to quickly put them under shelter ikf there was a rainy one..

etc

a constant tangoish dance and flow of real actual energy to harness that solar energy as if one paints creosote onto dam wood its far less penetrative 

And then the tools getting out what you need, and knowing what you will need again the next day and leaving them out close to the job or its some neurotic palaver just to restart the next day and you have some madman or woman who cant be bothered to do their job themselves making comments about leaving her tools out when its her ferkin wages you are saving and anyway you are way up in the hills and youve already checked for dodgy dogs off leads that may take a hammer to play in the yonder field...

Anyway yes methodical ... pride is an awful word and always was the end of sane society but one does have a certain amount of it when figuring that the application of that days methodical plotting saved her money and also gets the long job done just a tad more quickly...

the4 only true pleasure for some years... 


now this is a real life version i am afraid of one of my few hero's Primo Levi's books like Other Peoples Trades where he taught us by making gently wry observations of others he would encounter as he travelled far and wide on his jobs....  (oh yes of course that's the other thing they HATE..i mean really really hatefully decry in you)  if they see a few intellectualish real  novels out on your dashboard  that arent some murder mystery or KAtie FForde bimbo towers thing...  so one should always leave visible  - they will spy! a Turgenev... or even better a Yevgenia Ginsburg which has the added bucvketful of glass splinters chucked into their safe spaciness factor of "yes a peasant woman Russian who survived many years in Stalin's gulags ALSO wrote the best book ever on persisting a gulag and finding the silver linings and a far deeper humanity via her real life experiences...... "  when all they can do is be addicted to breakfast reality tv or moaning...

that will cement  the hilarious opprobrium  which initially was based upon their utter hate of ones methodical approach to their job...  it will cement it, as usual with that useful product, that they could have mixed and laid themselves in the base of the wobbly post...  turning their disdain at someone methodical ... often reorganising their chaotic  toolshed  on day one of a new JOB, so as to be more efficient in the rest of THE JOB.... which of course they whine at and know immediately this is being done on THEIR time and money!!  how dare he....

never ever actually later admitting that the methodical requirement on day one to organise the tools for simplest efficient access the rest of the days on their JOB....  actually saved them money  - i.e. my time working on their job... methodically


And therein lies another 'equation' (there are a few discovered mid waffle in the audio series ) a ruralJOBperson must be methodical - especially when as usual there are no helpers ever to even help keep posts upright when cementing them  as all the women ran away to live nearer Harvey's Nicks... or emotionally blackmail you they are Mother Theresa working every hour god gave ion 'care' when if they did care for their oldfolk they are paid to care for they would wheel them out into the sunshine ...(they never do i have DOZENS of audio and  film explorations of this fact over a decade )    or not forcefeed them cake so as to remain as fat as they almost always are when even the BBC knew sugar was amn actual pukka  poison 35 years ago...

so the amount of being methodical is a constant for all my adult life in fact despite being a bit wonky as a teen thentoo as it was fully taught by loving old man without a CRB check...


my methodicality [the constant] x  their level of chaos [or if less than average their level of inner guilt or angst at a VERY useless meaningless life]  = the amount of wages ripped off,or false promises of future work that never transpires  


.....which is a breach of contract in any faith

but espesh so called Chriostian... but then as many also went 'pagan' as that became trendy 15 years ago, and latterly shamaniacas that followed a meaningless word that the romans used merely to describe the not-cives who lived in the countryside, no voodoo intended... i hope the hexes get stuck in their crossbows and hurt their fingers when they backfire...

Now..it has to be confessed slightly buoyed on by a smiley librarian  two days indoors a lot tolerated...  and its time to drip-drip Chinese torture start to get really into the chronicle and for all those addicted to the 'dopamine' of it must be about NOW! or its no good i shall mix in things from the very recent past.... that are still ongoing... 

and thus still 'live' issues....

sdo as my Youtube stalkers know (its astounding some literally are onto anything new i upload within seconds i do not exagerate.. the 'views' thing does work i know as sometimes i try to lure in the lost one with a  fun video set to private only she can see it as only she knows  of it and it remains mercilessly unviewed...) anything can pop up ... 

but my real genuine lament is ONLY that so few listen to the substack audios... infact i dont really 'get' it. why bother putting your mean noses in here so often where you arent getting anything other than the quick version usually splurged at superfast rates as  laptops being typed drain battery far faster  than audios being on for hours and all sorts of naughty lines may even be crossed in the audio format...  where one has time to truly surf a creative wave os something i know not what but i almost never put on pause as my recorder is so buggered its a longer job to put on pause than if ever absolutely necessary bleep some guest appearance i natter to as i am recording them....


anyway ... even if images can't yet be sorted for the best image of a series as that takes too much time, too...

and anyway images are auides memoirs to come back to films or audios made concurrently 

2020

a whole series on this over half a decade first a small shoot of a new sapling that had come from the old tunk blahh blahh...

captured over all seasons as i would walk past it most days at the lasterregion.. 



ohh yes wonderful...now this will be part of a major retrospective... (subseq    uent ones far more revealing and carefully taken) of a British famous landlord woman who has a large holding and even revved up the whole operation to get GOVCASH as an ECO place...
who had for many years a delightful habit of burning close to her tennants homes  all sorts of quite reusable furniture...all sorts of plastic and rubber tyres... and even their furniture when she had promised it was ok in storage for a short time after  keys returned ... this all in my Woodlanders spot where there was so much unused and empty storage its daft so 'twasn't an issue...
nope mere performastive RAchmanism to allay her...very very troubled soul...
i so enjoyed over the years exploring....
but then it was so so much more interesting  spring '21 when i am hired to fix up a totally destroyed and glass strewn large walled plot of land she hired out as allotments ...   nobody else had even picked up one slither of glass for years (a countryman can tell) ... and i think was it four chunks of wages - sort of a week at a time...(blazing sun, no hat, no knee  protectors some Londoner would think are mandatory just for weeding a path,  kneeling down half the day just in shorts going through the stone looking for all the junky's glass..)   and my 'protection' device has recorded every " well done ok i didnt think that area could ever be used again i see all the glass is gone ... 

 [hmm well as i write good job SHE didnt answer my note MS Bolivia... i saw her stop at the side of the road ands STEAL someones flowers off the bush aside the road thats what a 4 ring does to your moral fibre i guess..]

... anyway she knew i was a 'rights' fighter i know she used to Google stalk me poor old hag.... what a waste of a life...
but the performative grand finale even surprised me the way the last 3ish days ... she 'forgot' to pay....
(these things my treble backed up chronicle never forgets even if i NEVER need to return to it...its a splendid way to weirdly bolster your memory infact to know the real full true version is recorded day in and out....)




 not my furniture THAT time (but only fools sue or get em arrested for crtiminal damage there's no art in that...nor justice...justice is only by making something ugly, beautiful.... i will be spending the rest of my last third of life upon.... i won!) 

anyway 
202 the year of Lord is a ferrit and a happy one too the amount of new exploring all my lasterregion hidden pathways and streams and riverbanks...

back tyhere soon


ahhhahhh but a new self pitying lanyardist we saw arrived in town...well high up on my hill ... " it represents my successful fight against decades of depression even if a still get it most of the time" 
(later)
ehh ...along the lines of so in this extremely wild remote place you want us all to be reminded of your failure to grow up ....  funny thing is it took some doing to get it all the way up here to show off your pain and suffering....  when i had genuine real '
depression in my early twenties i couldnt have lifted a hammer to numb my own inner pain in the neck...at people like you....  who must show off everything when there is a line... the common good... is to be left JUST with nature in some places..." 
 


right so interesting looks so inauspicious  an extremely controlly chained off ultra manicured little plot along one of my otherwise wild byways... i had no idea that he was one of the 97% who went to live in the SW ....



ahh hahhh more soon


back to Madam Environmental grant  recipient....
this large pile of wood whilst in a sublime old rotting old estate only peasants inhabiting for 100 years various caves and huts...
she knew many were 'fuel povertied' and all had woodburners...
but fascists can't of course add two plus two




two of thousands but they must be beautiful one day soonish



 one of thousands just representing 2020 total bliss

but, one of thousands representing or rather being within something else: so interesting....  May 2020 .. endless sunshine for weeks..
living in a region (15 peeps per sq km as against 125ish all the SW)  with lots of nothing.... loads of rundown little hamlets a few houses even more rundown due alcohol or wars over who owns them....
one small village Staunton-on_Arrow ... of sort of entirely incomers fgairly elderly
You are cycling for many km not a car or even tractor in the lanes...
paradise

" but hark what is that racket ahead sounds like a swarm of very very fierce large Beas.... ?!?" 

 literally the whole village had gone into daily lawnmowering obsessive compulsive disorder ...  " we will not be beaten by this little bug!! as long as all our lawns look like Wimbledon even if the blighters will cancel that too blighters how dare they.... it represents that we beat it..in the trenches too.."

But this isn't in PAstyshire where its ONLY about showing off... this is in almost the middle of nowhere..
There's a real Turner just in all my video and film and audio of course of that... sickness.

Ahh yes in the same village my my the way their curtains twitched.... a film photo series of that too..











MORE CLIPS TP PUT IN AT SOME TIME LATER indeed such a quicjk first clipgrab of thousands i know the far better ones yet to even find 


but this for now will be the perraps more urgent matter to attempt to make it philosophical - i mean 'living philosophy'
 about real life... then... and i know its nowtoo...as nowt has changed it just got worse...so i got even more creatively thrilled  bigsmile