So among the many Surrey boy nonsensicals (Suzi laughed at "Virginia Waters"...) whom i didn't understand in lasterregion as only a few of them would prance around Hay Square in ridiculously overpriced antique landrovers coercing the girls inside in plain view! with Pimm's....
As if Peter Yorke's Sloane Rangers had just indeed become the thing, 1980s... when a sane person merely laughed at them even then...
I wasn't to know that every would be 'explorer' who actually does call himself that on his radio 4 slot, mummy got him as she still has some old producers name in her London address book.... goes to the SW to practice... on,y a few who can't afford the Swesterprices made it over to The Marches anyway not quite as many hard drugs there...
When sadly mummy never told him, nor pater too busy off with nanny.. that real exploring happens when you dont want to as do the real discoveries that peeps like George Borrow made when you are just meandering unfortunately stuck on your home patch or territory or region...
So the explorer discovers previously hidden coefficients...
First encountered though at such infrequency one wasn't yet to explore ones way to the true discovery...
Of the coefficient of whenever a place very very openly brags of it being a lovely "community" theres a delightful standard not very community spirited behaviour of a solid humble workmans forever jungle grapevine way of getting his bacon...
being interfered with.
And yes HAy one first noticed this delightful habit of the (all incomer) natives... moved away 15 years ago into humble redneck potbellied sexist pig lands up in the hills behind Presteigne and nobody would dare dishonour a man and his humble workaday even if pathetic attempt to put vit'ls on his plate...
A mans or even hocus pocus saleswomans notice up in the community board which didnt go on about it being a lovely community to attract said saleswomen to buy a rotten cottage there that needed a lot of work behind the coat of paint... was a sacrosanct religious symbol: dont remove or cover it...
BUt no not in... 3 years ago Gweek (i have the photos but takes so much more battery to do it as i want..)
And of course not in thisterregion, either...
All coefficiates in a coefficient i alone have ventured into the interior to exp-lore and discover reality, that should be as seminal as Occam's razor....or some such reality check about how perverse you all are...
And it's guaranteed! Always... all sites where they get a mention in some regional mag as special " community", always an honest man's honest cap put out well and truly doffed to honestly cut their brambles or nettles (i would do for free as long as with a scythe but dont tell them) you get... defiled.... dishonoured...
there being no propriety behind the ...well any of it....all 100% fake
Anyway a real explorer also has famine and fuck me real country places they never stopped calling with heavy rains as per this years all March and Feb..and now three months of hardly any they dont call any more either...
And i do have the ULTIMATE venerable Lady Mistress of famously no muckin' around with her! who did enjoy to see me no top scything her lawns a month back... (due her 'back' - theyre all ILL as well!!)
As referee; and then there is the one whom well he's the only one who isn't weather fussy..ironic really. I am sworn to silence. But his letterhead would terrify most.....
Nope no hope unless you are young Rupert's drinking mate i guess.... Britain never really changed all that does is the lies they tell themselves about alcohol not pickling your brain and making you behave far older than you are when you're not really that old...
And they fear you even more for that - bouncing even all the way through merely Mediterranean heat... god the looks you get!
Anyway...i FOUND IT ... as i told her on the hill...
now i have no idea why other than to irritate those whom no longer nosily click on my vidlets...
