Now...

 jt's not quite all fascism-lite

glowing 

out from the ten grand supercomputer  on her dashboard 

25 plate leccy showoff van

a week ago " here i'll have two more weeks please even if im going on strike as nobody phones me any more a bit of parchy weather and they all hide under their sunshades ...panting and performative moaning" 

" ... i took your last one down a few days ago i realise i left it well after you paid for....."

" i noticed....bless yer soul..."

But actions speak ...ONLY

In my world of so many gibbers (WHY the rural lands wilted...and if i told them Suchet's  Blott and Geraldine James, were my almost only role models of course  even my one pet..pet Northerner rich woman....

wouldnt call me back in to do her mucking - entirely rebuilding her soil from scratch soon.... she agreed " god the soil here is extraordinary it looks loamy and rich but i have never known such MEAN soil...sums the whole place up" 

Anyway.... as usual i bridge all of them even if i like NO Lowlander (i think the legal warrior babe has to qualify as Highlander due actually doing what she says..)

so among all the whole grift all over the place all they can do is persona spin themselves.. in the loneliest unconnected place i have ever known

ahh yes we shall come to her in a bit

Ahhh i so so enjoyed meeting the Irishes ...THEY alone have inspired me of late well first equal with the Thomasinas...

 and how weird that Michael K was hidden in here i didnt notice several good looks through

ahh yes and my new sort of friend well...
Best lesbian jokes ever

Never mind a REAL one who uses her alure to entice herself a foreign passport...

(" you tell wifey syvlie   that Magdalena the Spaniard  sorted me out when i was about 25 and demanded nicely that i slowly and sensually looked after her whole bodily bits....  and you gotta watch it with these English even fabulous Northern ones ... that they mean it theyre thinking ALWAYS of the others pleasuretoo....  but if you REALLY love her you'll get her to take her pension early and scarper forever back to Spaniard sanity ")

anyway 'hope' i dont understand -  i go out of my way to be hated and feared and derided even if i must be 100% stealthy

And i assumed that even a sort of Northernish joke about being on strike she would have taken literally in the only one dimension they can exist in down Southern Lowlands even faking higher lands..

and she put me CENTRE  stage 

i dont get it

ive been elevated to centre stage pushing out the various, 

'rewild your womb with ..'

..well they all have those kinds of names of course

'shing' out ....among all the come and plenish yourself with loadsa Botty stuff but better as we are 'feminine'  and all that WHICH TOOK OVER THE MARCHES  - the real Hinterlands, from 15ish years ago all i am interested in chronicling them...

And destroyed the only one woman i liked in 2020...

when shetoo thought she better adopt it as business model...

One week shes making every great joke about how shes pondering revving up her broomstick based in Slad (LAurie's gaff of course where he wrote the superb Two Women ) and zooming over for that Xmas 

the next month shes literally having full on permanent breakdown after being VERY tested by me some months even if from afar 

cos she goes and sets self up as 

"womens ethical super  networked smiley new paradigm saviour of the universe financial cons...oops  i was going to write consultant... 'loving  community facilitator'..." and they tore her to shreds..her facilitated ones

( A JUDGE - senior... THE big Cruella bossbabe  of the hunt ... and The Christian did say in writing she would redeem herself of her sins lieing she wanted continuance in this life on her land)  

Dooneshire is 100% suburb

Anyway i now feel sorry for the Chrets in that Mister Prayer for the day  today has managed merged their Vudu  with Eckheartian Now...

THE PERFECT EXCUSE for never ever ever caring about even the next moment or the bugs that on page 2 "HE" says are his gift to them...

 ... when i will be starving as this best ever summer 

drought, means my phone stopped even ringing occasionally

but i wouldnt have it any other way

Ahahh copyright me just came... Mister Pandy

or as he wishes to be thought of UNThatch ...

Now.... there was superb culture from the North  Sillitoe... Barstow i think..

 Then of course Mister thingumy no battery... Friday Night  Saturday Morning... No that was Sillitoe

Who would make such superb word pictures and even  plays for today all that...about the Northern man in his shiny Jag...

Man of The People

Who was..... ALWAYS.... venal dodgy secretive warped rather weird kind of mummy's boy underneath the vile pungent aftershave  pinched from Harrods to cover up the whiff of chipfat and  fine useful ferret crap on his patent boot soles...and ...