even if i decry the word art unless it truly does have The Sublime innit and lifts your soul to want to just ... be .....Malala's dad
Now one has to distance onesself from "North WAles" even if i only like sweltering heat where i never swelter its just the weather
as.... in the late 70s it was crystal clear... the genuinely rural gentle and kind peeps all lived in my poorest quarter of the country....
and went to my comprehensive school where ONLY extremely mild grass was available for a few of us in the bogs....as an ALTERNATIVE to beery boring beer bores...
and being a happy shepherd atop actually proper hills (diggin' out real sheeps from snowdrifts not for a few hundred quids fleecing of the tourists who'll keep it in their garage mouldering away til its ready to go in the bin - never the compost as thats un 'hygienic' (it astonishes me - photo series one day of so much compostables left out for the council to collect when theyve acres of back garden)
Anyway... Oswestry is where the really nasty drugs started - literally that was the borderline .... like the humble real North Wales english genes ones never went there... dangerous bleak nihilistic and rubbish pubs full of nasty drug dealers even then....
None of which interests me but when one hears over some years every single BBC woman who has just done 20 minute compulsory pieces on saying nasty things about women or anyone except them with such utter earnest solidarity with the insultee ...
and then a few years ago the grand finale of his Succession is to be aired every single one utterly gushing at the gusset with total 100% solidarity with all those sat on the edge of their fancy London flat gushin at it....
..... and now their god, him, who wrote it, from Oswestry, has his Desert Island....of only fawns awaiting his stone age bow and arrow
because sorry even if 'well written' indeed superbly written.....
what however did he write: nothing but the worst sometimes funny but generally sick toilet-humour filth ever....
someone should start a 'case' .... conspiracy to send every woman in the world 'dick picks' as i had no idea it was a thing until every other scene has some mad young man sending an ok older woman dick pix....
and thats what the women of the BBC actually enjoy - the facts of their always-nuance and giggles do evidence.... sorry, you can't have it both ways...
Anyway end of polemic (film made yesters one is daft if one thinks ANYone 'cares' about anything - that was my final onion skin layer i needed to tear off and eat in front of you as self flagellation, job done) nobody cares about anything other than themselves and their joining in with uncomunal truly awful projections ....in fact over the line smut....
so if he says "art is mainly about creating tone".... mine is perfect. And at least consistent.
Better make it just a tad less obscurist, soon
