Now, every penny pinched is only ...pleasure (and all poverty porn just a 'vehicle'...)

 oops.... or rather what wet blankets.

The whole week based around one nonillusionista encounter tomorrow

(tried and tested) 

And even a perfect aftersbath...

This 'winter' has been too easy infact hardly noticed in fact i would rather have some long bleak stretches of  my breath in front of my face half the day so i can moan on wireless 4 about that from Uptown Kiev,  so wireless 4 can make a big thing about nothing and while they are attit not pointing out to you the rather superb commie system  - still in place, of one central boiler per grouping of the eponymous 'blocks'  - maybe a few thousand peeps, which gives free heating to everyone all winter long.. hot heating, too...

really so your Maggie may have made your life better with all that self and self this that and the other, didnt tell you that did she now 

 (audio in the can, not but obviously  about thattoo) 

Anyway a whole several days knowing where i will be at this 'moment' in bestestsignal for miles..

So that every little bit of the maybe-wave-function stuff that makes  things sometimes work can be thriftily rationed and made best bang for buck to drive here, use of..And a BIT...i mean a few slightly standard choppy winter days ... 

not only do these rediculous Doones get radio headlines and red alerts and all the national poor pity them...but they can't even ensure their phone signal masts

 don't 

definitely

drop out with a bit (16% increased i think in a  decade the official stats ohh my thats a tsunami red alert ) of standard rain

But then..... maybe i am being punished by them fates for knowing full well there's utterly no point chatting to one ever again

Up in them hills unscheduled on the Worst Journey to get to best spot there's now hardly any signal

... quite by chance 110% mojo in the opposite direction comes along an actual born free doggie (i tell em i can tell if the dog is ok AND the owner from 100m - fact)

As i told her about her and hers...

And what an understatement....  not only born 'n bred at Lorna's gaff the less yuppie  richtwat 'adventuring' touristy moors...

But...... " thats my dad's name ...farmer ...was the book  one or two d's?...yes a double d, Farmer ... Ridd...."

Proving, what? I'm still discombobbed.... 

well she was 100% a saudade [unlike the dead fat welsh who cant ever get back their long lost hiraeth as they are too fat and drunk and anyway only ever sat indoors watchin bad  soap opera lowest common denominator telly, thats no myth] - no question... i test the ones who show a few signs of being "human" immediately...

saudade means (you couldnt find online ever you had to George Borrow go with the flow and ask the LAST person you would expect to get a nice answer from, never mind intellectual and of the true vagabondin' troubadour soul)  " Its not finished...yet.."

Fuck me she proved.... 

subtitle invid i so rarely bother when i USED to be mister neurotically PAperchase perfect in all presentation then i couldnt be 'me' any more due 2010 penury...and it was SUCH a relief not to be able to be what was always always me...

NO 'sponsors' like dreadful Cat and her buddy wasting fuel buzzing around europe vlogging to show off ..no ads... nuthin, except if you like thes,e ten times fruitier and wiser and always FREE 100% no gimmicks no angles no special places where Cat will tell paying subscribers her 'beauty' routine or how she trained her dull little doggie and pass on her dogtrainin' tips... or he will tell you where to get the best awful tatties... gho to https://substack.com/@ralphschism from the beginning, or start also at landlope.com a few years back - years of free content about how to get to HERE which is exactly where y'all say in person you WANT to get to but so so few ever do... and most in fact merely performatively fake it...i notice

And....

(to be cont inabit)