It ... there is only one 'it', even if bloke,
was wonderful.... even if the opposite of me.
Indeed rather beautifully done.
So why even bother to mention the sister?
It's almost as if as was obvious twenty years ago, the side effects,
niegh
ricochet
leaden weight...
will have inadvertent consequences.
One cannot even explain to the latterday lumpen lot
Anyway even Albert's lass Catherine must have become a tad Marine, if she complains at the arab sisterhood being a bit "woke"
But... talk about timely. Even if I am a year late. That biggest of all questions.
"Est-ce que tu aimais ta mère ?" I wish someone would ask me as 'radical love' has other elements, too, such as is a concept good for the common good, too.
But in certain instances the judgement must include the future.
Despite their number one moron monetising the Now...
Anyway what is the perfect true zen state to ..Bea(tify)
Even if the grubby motor mecanic Pirsig couldnt see it in a month of sundays had he been meandering aimlessly on foot, slowly... for his whole lifetime.
And it certainly is holding no grudges at all in any way infact even if i have magnificent memoirs despite disliking that word immensely as it suggests some old wrinkly thing back bowed fuming away at his desk grumbling " his turn next...is he dead yet? cant afford the lawyers bills if he picks a fightback..?" and the best 'memoir' is hidden away in something else that is based only on energy and sunshine ..
And mad fantasy as of course this was just a film even if the only sex scene ever in cinema that is actually erotic...
and maybe the Londoner - and you can dress up in kilts and castles all you want and even con the world via your posthumous wikkipage, and pretend to be a Highlander ... all Lairdly, and mountainman, but if you are sent to some London private school, that's what you are...
lost to London.
... had he met an actual equal*
in his teenhood, and realised that there is nothing more desirable than indeed....
one who can fix stuff and even get in the bairn without any neopropene gloves to show off (photos to come one day), even... when she knows nobody is even looking...
He may have ...well...i wonder if it was her whom inspired the female part?....
sadly she was always hiding from me...
well, except once....
Where was I? ohh yes grudges and grinding axes
(I MUST remember the clogman scene from a decade ago - all that stuff you hear especially now, on " we want more bombs ehh how do we pay ohh yes all those dole scroungers..." well in fact this is proportionately not true..i did a 'data dive' and the comparisons across the EU are interesting...later and i know i don't have to hurry as there is one thiong for certain which is the ex private school boys/girls.. meedia ...basically the same thing, can never ever even manage one lateral thought regarding the bottom third... and ask one small question about the dole cash... " and how much goes on housing"
anyway councillor Clog... some years of Mexican standoff as anyone with a brain knew to avoid the fake cowboymen who invaded - first wave around 40 years ago - even if a dribble of sticky smelly resiny stuff... on the coattails of Zeppelin who only ever had a second home they only went to once in the wildlands... likely scared of spiders...
and yes the ones who are really thick played out Easy Rider or whatever other rare intelligent reflection upon reality America managed, unfortunately somewhere where most rednecks were unarmed and thus they chose the fantasy smiley version that all blokes on very noisy motorcycles are welcome to work on it all day at full throttle close to where their ex girlfriends lived...to piss her off, over a decade..
despite being councillor..
now, that's her fault for not dealing with him like an equal...
but when after some months of tolerating a local youf in a terrible pickle - thrown into the cave of benefits as all the social workers too cowardly to do their job....
" ... look Mister Counsellor, i hear him sometimes.... when walking by his open window left open for a reason...
" i mean its funny when he calls the ambuklance service on speakerphone and tghey refuse to come all 40km and pick him up as clever little drug addict he knows thats the only way he gets a free bag of chips from them waiting his turn in the traffic jam outside the hosp....
"having spent all his disability cash on skunky stuff...
" THATS clever!!! he's a genius! and what acting skills!....but seems they rumbled him i heard recently out of his window him screaming for emergency attendence...they figured at last that every time they come out to him theyre taking him back home ten hrs later without needing any actual treetment....
" anyway i heard him recently screaming at his dad of course he was never around even though living in tghe same small interbred dump... he was last resort screamto person...and i heard himn at a weak moment when clearly he had forgotten his window was open...
"screaming...
"well that kind of scream only comes from some kind of 'love' or feeling even if you all say he has none..
' dad... dad you GOT to help me im going mad staying in all day watching telly all these last five years of my whole adult life.... ...i NEED A....JOB!!
'get me a fucking job... i need to do SOMEthing...'
" now i dont really know anyone well round here as i live here for the only reason there is to live here the walking just up there you never see any of the local ill or anyone walking so that's my happy life....
" and i suggested to him a few days ago i would help him draft a cv if he wished and immediately came the accusations that i was a defo fan of young men for surreptitious reasons....
" and anyway i dont know all the local business you will, in your JOB.... in the smalltown as councillor.... so maybe you can see if someone around might give hima leg up..a start somewhere..its what HE wants i know as i heard iot with my own two ears.... from about 5km away in the hills..."
"[a look of amazed amazement anyone in our wonky hamlet would speak with him uninvited] .... ... you gotta be kiddin.. the little rat can rot in hell ..."
despite it being his job... councillors do get paid especially when she is their clerk and in charge of the expenses float..
As the public record doth state)
Anyway the ... second wave that arrived the Shaktis all of them of course not one would have ever understood what transparency and accountability meant as gradually they sought to cash in on the patronage purse..
Having slowly grabbed all the 'community capital' - fancy bigword for goodies only have so much time to spare...
Especially - i do mean especially, not incidentally, but BECAUSE
(last time i pinch an image from online but my my the time it saves! i do have hundreds of tghousands of photo realism snaps my own copyright i would never dream of stamping "MINE fuck off" but the time to get them out and reorganise them into decades ...i just cannot find, battery time i mean....jpg)
Just ask my lass's first crush if he managed to survive his rastadad who came in....
with my friend - the ONLY one i always totally respected..the one who proves that she is bulletproof and constant...
(until... and that's the real story of 2020)
But it was him, back then.... a wonderful secure funny woman mum of his two nippers...
And there is not only nothing wrong with but my lass their lass ... mine would always share her ferrets.. with her friends - guide them guru them into how to deal with fierce country animals as country volk had done for ever...
That was the idea....
And it worked...
Except for him.... I mean the painted on smile that goes with the silly matted hair, is one thing but to see it dissolve as if dipped in pure meths and spat out in your face .... exactly the exact opposite of their aesthetic: stupid 'one love' parties, stupid fake van life...
was fascinating
even if sad too....
And of course i understand why the Shaktis (who did become MAJORITY as of around 2015 ish....) ... well....
to be cont
(and eating dogs is a bout generalisations from another note i forgot i had that really rather well sums up their Teletubbine fanatisism... i mean basically i guess the way it went, from 05ish and on...if you and your so called teachers TELL everyone they are lovely and innocent and so so unique... and my prob is i am no 'ist' and certainly no 'libertarian' as i aint stupid that ends up with fat yanks getting fatter as a word picture / parable /allegory, for all sorts of appetite that is bad for us... yes but all the clever dick 'psychologists who are starting to have a go at their sisterhood BIGtime.... [ at last the FULL pak is back! ..i shall put in refs later]..... it really is all just down to a whole thing of TELLING people how wonderful they are... especially at gatherings of the zombies like Glastonbury and in fact any 'festival' since about 1999... if that becomes your - YOUR, sales pitcch - to false compliment everyone around including the teens in your care...
i mean above all as HAidt is reified! tye stupid silly man didnt even notice it began some years before his 'social media' all his thick boyman skull could ever manage to ponder.... the scary thing - i mean REALLY scary...is that his flock have bought it hook line and....it will sink you....)
Anyway where was i i only have one smallest grudge and prejudice as having spent an evening in the company of the most horrid boozers ever who ruined my chances with the Nanas...
Never mind being responsible for so many dead flies - EVERY insect counts when the official data is something like 60% died this century after alighting on his ,makeup box left open in the sun him drunk in a bush next to it..
or in my plane
which was in fact THE Nanas...
Even if i wouldnt have touched one of them witha barge pole even in their prime as only fixing things is actually sexy....
Ideally in conjunction with real songs...
funny thing is it never occured to me what it was about...i mjust skip to the next one that isnt about horrid violent things being a shrinking violet all my life...until
bloody hell he needs cancelling!
* the bit about generalisation oops the sequence is an EQUAL first...
They The Thomasinas of course as soon as i said it their eyes lit up and true conversation began...
ugghhh.... i love my (non) Struggle to quote the entitled title, of the worst book - almost ever - of course the radio4babes love him the ultimate stroppy childman with nothing to say...as he looks nice...
all three thousand dilettante effete pages ever, i read em all....
bu8t i cant show it all there is so much more this is just tghe tip of the iceberg for five years...ten really
and the only iceberg who ever put in any coffee money poor thing so adrift at sea hasnt the first clue as to ...well, even grow up...
same age as me
I would have thought he may have a little solidarity in him...
He did know what a true most dangerous harridan his mum was..
And ...well even his father, if that's to be believed...
Though of late, errata i realise, i have been far far too nice..
and 'understanding'.
