Sunday, 8 February 2026

Playfully profound...

 Righty ho... 

Now....  no drum roll; but merely because of there being no point, of even being being profound...

Well i thought she was but....




But that was the othertime - the nontime...
This time 
three years a totally nontime

And thus my 'chronicle' of this time doesnt really exist other than for the habit of protecting onesself against the worst neurosis which always goes bad for them and they love to take you with them

But randomly seeking, the damn lost periods 

A rather good audio record of
Well at least she was honest.
(even if missed out the horrendous drug dealing around and about which is so damaging and frankly a bit scary, scaring her 'community' to half death...)    

Books mentioned 







file 563 12 sept 2023 
chat with MS Books in St Just...
My records superb for a tramp

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1JN0lht52eHaK8BIOfWtaWUbHnHm3N_3p/view?usp=sharing

But ultimately dull that one even if proving someone who deals in the things is often a grown up with whom one can broach as total strangers almost any subject...

Because the true profound came along a decade ago... entirely unplanned merely because of...

letting a YAnk into someone's life who had for years managed without any drugs, stated often in 'medical conferences' at my fireplace  she wished to stay off the nasty drugs... and i know that YAnk secretly having come to visit the lamby, left to die by the local redneck farmer  (on the blower  "nowt to me .. too late in the year all the rest in the top fields now....i wouldv just left in for the crows if i'd seen it..." thats modern farmers) 

And the next day " that  was lovely yesterday feeding your pet ..but...i had to put ALL my clothes in the washer the smell [of ordinary not quite spring, rather autumnal latebirth lamb] lingering made me feel ill ..."




At which point, times two as said Yank was Ms old bag #1 community smiley and extinction rebellion co-stall runner... sweetly smiling so as to con all commers

One new that profoundly the WAsteland was wrong, it all ended decades ago...all sanity that is

As did her victim's whom ended up in the looney bin a few months on - those side effects on the Prozac pack may indeed not be entirely made up to cover their arses


Now that began the cautionary " she will counter attack that one when i say to people what really caused the madness.... beware behind the smiles they are lethal... and will make up any story, especially if they have also recreated themselves as some local Green goddess when in fact they stole the money from probably even the CIA to relocate theyre so ... never what they say they are.... better always have my recorder on in top pocket ever going out into the small community or anywhere in fact....  as sure as ferrits are she will already have begun her PR thrust.... as she knows I am the only one for 50km who ever got anything DONE in society.... she will of course fear only me.... "


So, that chronicle period is super interesting but then...

the gods came along and grabbed everyone by the balls just cos of Nigel's 2%and even if my heart was treble broken an only child only existed as i was working FOR the EU in the EU photographing from the air the EU so that they would be allowed to join when the maps were updated.....

A child who literally is Europe...

And what happened or rather didnt over three years i know is historical every word saved in a wonderful chronicle of attempting to DO... forgetting my recorder was on as is obvious...and just .. capturing what didnt get done....but my ohh my how they ...

well its far more interesting than 'moaned'

Which isn't really for you the browser here as if you did value profundity you would have paid upfront for many more chapters to go


For a decade living only like a monk specifically so that every penny can be saved - not even using the gas stove but infact woodburner duel purpose to cook upon...


as my religion became infact chronicling except its not sexy enough unless i do a bit of Noonan at some point and 'fictionalise'  the exact words...

unbowdlerised... even if beyond suing eyes as you cant sue for what actually did happen, or didnt

And i know the definition of 'public money'  - its not just grants...

which is the point, it is the all sorts of 'advantage' that the lambhating class game, gain, and maintain...all by dint of some 'connection' to someone officially in charge of the public money pot... most of which nobody ever notices

and Noonan so beautifully captured so historically

whist his newspapers of the day i am sure were moaning on about bankers and wanker politicians... none of whom have ever had anything remotely interesting about them, and anyway have far less power than is assumed...

There anyways was a 'lanyard class' even if in the provinces as of 25ish years ago  she invaded with then merely her clipboard






BUt... there is an equation in human affairs which is all terribly simple, which is when you have ANY human who sets themselves up as ..

well they are ALWAYS men... this one the worst of the lot  - using children exactly like the bloke in the last GREAT YAnky culture Don't look Up  where the greatest cinematic injustice  of all time took place and it got the wrong one as these 'soft spoken' guru mentypes ... well arent what they perform ever 



but he - the local one who used children in his PR when not even noticing them as the film version  not as photogenic as all the others i have in a folder somewhere but cant find this exact 'moment'




 


so back to the preused ones for now but i have a far more smug and handome hall of fame later






And as in any endeavour, if a substrata comes along or layer to quote Ms Books,  who are not quite as brazen and not quite as lethally laser focused as the strata male above - gurus we are on now, the next strata down is of course disempowered and even  half crazed with envy that the best non-cleaner jobs have already gone in the rural hinterlands they moved to from near 20 years ago and thus their offering is beyond all great PR and snakeoiled perfect smoothie..

just comedically   con  and over the last decade i have a superb chronicle of themtoo, as retreat, indeed laughing retreat... from those whom did the true damage, them blokes, them babes just a shabby pastiche and usually far less entrepenuerially sound as that takes believeing in yourself for cash when i bet deep down under their hems the spacebabes knew they were just following the herd froma  few staeps behind







i love this photo irrelevent







oops yes the Christians caught on to the big con, too...
bless em



but it was and is even more their books










the acction men get the big books so the babes have to make do with what they're really useless at in real life as meet someone in 'grief' theyre the very first to cross the road

 (and she was....ok oops wrong one what a common name )

Which is also in my chronicle but nothing like as assiduously pursued even if i pursue nothing ever... but i know what is real 'history' and even real 'journbalism' oldschool, just keeping a record of what really is behind the masks within the community
I know nobody else even notices so busy trying to figure how to pay for his superguruing or ...how to compete 


Anyway four years ago near enough i realised that all there is to do in life is attempt to eventually share my rather good Noonan...
I know it is
And although the Annie is possibly the best journalism book about the reality of The Middle East my critique was always she didnt have in enough of the bodily smells and a bit of flavour as she persisted a few months as Saddam was pondering who to do in next ...
you have to have some emotion as long as it's real, for the story to stick...
Never mind for NO smart-arse faux artistic construct, as it wasn't planned i began to just tell a bit of my own story to every random person i met and chatted with especially upon the hills..
But eckerslike as soon as you sit down and start to attempt to get organised efficiently you get taken away from seven years previously religiously doing 50 or 75 km a week and start to get a bit paunchy..
So one has to stop and unplanned start an actual few thousand km per year of Their dodgy Path...









anyway more later but there's a sequence and i still also need to get back to the genius PAul at the church and the subsequent Paul and i chatting about his true genius .. the man paid to help the paupers and infirm deliberately ignored as Paul's way out...from under his smiley lanyard ...
MY journals are real

But more sunshine forst loads ready to cheer the cockles not mine mine always are....