I remember...
Because i always have a supremely sharp memory.
Always....
If there is any new-word or moanysyndomatic 'hack' - yuckword, betterword: merely 'key' to always being centred in a way that's so so nice no matter what; I mean no matter what - not performing or 'projecting' which is what i realise is the verbiage of all non-hinterlanders, and even the word 'hinterland' was warped into something tasting of almost malice or ruined by the first truly sick-person tv Twin Peaks that infected even the safe 'West' ninteen ninety and anyone with a fine brain then knew it would not end well and hasnt as most of Yankland adopted its candyfloss Eastenders on nasty drugs ... projecting something that ...
(there you go as soon as Yankland enters ones consciousness all is ruined, even my train of real thought... basically pervy weird crap always were always willbe... )
hinterland is wonderful; or call it 'aside' or even semi wilderness.... about the only stat i quote in daily dialogues that doesnt get a funny look is " i ran away 33 years ago with NO money in the bank to cushion me descending into the yokellands which are about 100 years behind the 'sorted' lands even in London [of the 90s] , no past special job or identity to either emotionally trade upon or fiscally cushion....nothing, i went nowhere with nothing about me... and nowt in me wallet or bank [but an old campervan in a very very puce colour - i think the right word for a colour that resembled vomit if well processed in the stomach overnight or even some well rotted septic tank material - the bland brownish sludge ... that STILL flows into their paradisical little stream yesteraft i note] ... to somewhere, nowhere, that has a population density of around 10 per sq km for 50 or so km in any one direction, whereas your SW pop density is over ten times that, everywhere..."
self censoring so sadly what needs to be added as one cares especially for ANY parent with kids met in 1/4 decade meandering ... so one rarely says total truth: " but except in very busy little 'natural' theme parks which even those whom monetise them say is badly polluted... not much pollution or litter where i dropped out to, at all.... but that wasn't the draw, the draw was hardly any people....for near three decades... but so productive decades truly pondering any maybe just about valid philosophy or anything to say about your society... not mine i went Hinterlandish ... deliberately and ONLY cared about being a parent to a more 'natural' style kid, there, nowhere, as that is the one best prophylactic to all the mental mess that i have seen and lived all over your so called civilisation .....even if i was the only one doing that with and for my kid.... funny that how even Gwerk pretends to have adopted all that which they cannot as it requires the actual pop density of 10 per sq km.... so one isnt endlessly dazzled by a load of loons ...projecting.... ...."
so yes in by far the most enjoyably mentally productive short few month phase of life for years, or ever (Londoners whom are everywhere wont understand the being nowhere bit and how all they are is in fact projectors... but what is so so interesting is that in hinterland places, which is nothing to do with the awful elitist film of that name - the one the invading 3rd rung women (last audio on THE problem) would rahh rahh about..... its nothing spooky, metaphysical, or of course deep down they are all stuck in the sickness, as it was... their Twin Peaksiness.... (i watched about 1 episode of at most and knew immediately that infectious nihilistic crap which is America - what it had become, or maybe always was this immature child who ALWAYS seemed to eventually press a selfdestruct button - as i had experienced through the mid 80s into mid 90s, will be more dangerous to the Britolish than Rambo and PW were for the Former Sovs... )
Anyway... projectors.... they project....and projectors, the mechanical ones are nothing but a very ordinary lightbulb at the bottom of a hollow tube...
usually with someone else's imagery being all lit up to expand onto a wall or screen, in some 'communal' gatheration thats forgot the moment the light switch is turned off...
. that's the final conclusion i needed to understand
Anyway now its time to be REALLY helpful.....
How to never need a drink ever again ... (new word referenced recently) ...over many years... and even be able to have three a year and not feel the slightest wish to have another ...
guaranteed to work
And the very opposite of your BBC version which wants to eat the Black Swan on nice emotional 'self-care' grounds of being 'kind' to onesself...
only as public service, soon
But, now its full time.... especially as a graceful thank you - genuine, has to be crafted to the worst gibber (sick mad people pleasing con artist, Chrettoo..) of the lot..
i care about my reader and it will be published here, first...as all such absurd little trotting-pole (about 10 cm high horsey 'jumps') hurdles, put in the pathway of my simplest 100% honest yeoman worker doing great rural hinterland jobs that last 50 years, in my part time worklife for 20 years, working in pretty near wilderness places nobody else will.... i only ever see as hilarious material that prove a thesis long long ago observed..indeed 'lived'.
And i know one 'moral matrix' matter only for sure:...if the honest day labourer of the Hinterplaces doing jobs, well, that few others will, gets fucked over fiscally by his Twin Peaks infected 'employer' ... then there is simply no morality, code of honour, or any kind of society left....
ten years ago known for sure merely treading water to find the most hilarious stories with which to actually, describe...
