(official ''data-point' you won't find in your meedia...)

 Now, even if I have almost entirely lived either as far from people as possible for several decades, in the Uplands, way way aside....  or when forced due gentrification to have some neighbours, I have only lived among rural scrofulates, even if they don't really exist any more, being its all incomer really sick folk who are shipped in by West Horrorfordshire councils  from miscellaneous suburban Wastelands and other bomb sites, for a backhander...

and were never 'cured' by nature....

but still I chose to live among the 'bottom third' (Gladwell approved terminology), however i can speak with those at each end of the spectrum if i must.

And find a way to get them to trust me quite sincerely almost immediately (as i don't care, unlike politicians who care almost only for some personal advantage ) 

or as they know that ALL 'activists' are Paddy panted Teletubbies it is quite extraordinary how in Parliament the Lords   

30/06/2026

Yesterday in Parliament  19.45 in  https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002ybht

the way the pro Palantir spin is overtly Orwellian and nobody cares....means we lost

at 16.40 3x"vulnerables" in one sentence what a work of art...all anyone cares about max vulnerability  

anyway real meedia said to my ears... " dont tell anyone but year on year regional prices have steadily fallen eight percent...."

" how interesting they have become very clever i haven't heard that at all ...and its all people in this theme park ever vote for... their house price"

 just up the road.... so twenty years ago i first noticed this kind of nonsense: some bloke with a  cowboy hat hears some nonsense about his 'rights' down the twatter pub - King Arthurs Roundtable lore... 'rights of the commoners'...all that Albion nonsense...

And thinks he won't get a parking ticket if he shows off his 'rights' ...rather than do the VERY hard dull boring work of jousting with the judges over real lore...for years and years, its so much easier to pump your chest up and  learn by rote some anachronistic nonsense, to impress actual legal hard-working 'activists',  that he wouldnt dare actually joust a real judge with  

Which is the real reason that the once saner activists  - real ones unlike every Sting, musician,  and writer  who get a minute on the arts show and demand its in their profile.... cos they once listened to a fake Yank invader fake song, pretending to be from Camden Towntoo via the costume...

and of course the traffic warden will be part of the 'revolution' as soon as s/he reads the so clever smartarse dick notice...

but a man has to live on bananas alone as all the fruity ones went REALLY fruitbat

ohh thats a point, wow.... that was a work of art, THE Christian - Little Miss die of my Devoutness, who is never off her computer shopping channel  why of course she is too busy to have learned the bit about Mammon even i can quote..

Actually apologised to me.... six months late

I was quite startled as she bent down gently at my shoulder having stoneyfaced me six months " ...i... just wanted to say....sorry..."

" what for !! ?? " he lies....

" for.... being so so angry and even worse so rude....."

 "that...ohh i had entirely forgotten that....."

damn! .. i had been enjoying and was proud of myself for actually forgetting the most irrelevant large bit of hypocrisy ever, and was hoping that some time it may be usable in some far more thrilling setting where i could make her laugh at the pure Jesusness turning the other cheek or something...

my only regret i have so so many social realism little snippets  - 100s most months...i collect them in my head...and on a good walk they bubble into something funny, sometimes even a stark image..

Quiet a  few Turner worthy if i knew just ONE reliable artist to feed them to.

But rarely have the quietude AND battery or stealthy nowhereness,  to get them down and just when i was like a good blogmaster .. i get interrupted by the apology i certainly don't need as it disrupts my gentle pyroclastic flow which is always constant every day from dawn...

 indeed the opposite, i adore cant and vanity

it is PURE ... energy

Unlike, even if i have a superb collection of the nomen-clatter 

that litters

Almost all the Pandy places of the Swest...

not even tenth best

in top of the charts of cant vanity and  an expensive load of panty

BUT... 

but but but i am still in the hills that one and only perfect conversation begun at Hocus pocus, i have not even begun to write up as it was perfect

This blokes recently dead so he wont mind being ridiculed, even if what kind of a society puts this photo up as his in memoriam - randomply fed to me

" ....and..... i mean... where have these revolting mirrored things come from... but i dont know about in your saner Euro lands, here you go to a beach and most of the blokes even the grandads have them on ALL day when they are out with their nippers or infants....  i mean this is insane, and surely will make their children more insane the poor things,  can't even see dad's eyes ...often mum's too....  if yearlings are subject to this it really is the end of human times... even ferkin robots have fake eyes.... not a scary reflection of only themselves crying as they are frightened of the holes where their parents once had things they smiled with....  "

 

Except you had to revel in the 'energy'... the purest lingua Franca ... that of the body language that cannot lie...

Three people atop the high hills dancing in purest perfect  smiling harmony..

all below panting and sweating over nothing, 

Anyway... unfortunately at times i have to give up and resort to smalltown charging life..

There is no doubt - as pure flaneur/meanderer i sense..

the 'vibe' really is getting peri MAd Max....

then they'll have something to peri-moan about...

As i know one thing even more than the ferrits ever could...  when humans dont know what they need or want and have less of it,   and have nothing else as none ever 'fight' for rights or any other such any more...

....Palantir won

But then it did long ago as soon as not one could ever ever spell 'solidarity'...or just stop butterflying about

there you go, see, i care... it wasnt snowfalkes butterfly wings it was acid snowflakes...

I have a superb memory the sort you can only have from caring, and fighting for what you care about, too...

Even if nobody else did 

But so so many bits of absurdism uploaded and photos of this and that i have cannily spent all day putting into storage so i forget...

and even more bits of the 'sequence' still to do but then at least one woman knows why... my time was only wasted, and words do have consequences, nothing to do with me.....

until i remember which i will.