So it began in pure joy... one 5am one ear open listening to the world service on the wireless on Long Wave no FM then
" Johnson Johnson have indeed been stuffing the cracks of your poor innocent girlchild's with asbestos filaments value added to the talc.." God several decades ago it was obvious you can't trust ANY producer of product so dont use ANY of it.... sadly there isn't a translation into Polish of that sentence..
and at last even if 'twas rit in the great book 'Enry Hobhouse and his Seeds of Change a LONG time ago, at last the other obvious one for fifty years
" the new research comparing those raised with sugar rationing after WW2 and then those raised from the mid 50s ...to .... now, really really does point to the fact that sugar really really does not only turn you all fizzy [a mood altering drug almost as upsy downsy as booze in some ways] but really really does actually rot your thoughtless brain for sure ... and gives you Altzers dimension and all that stuff which almost certainly all my so called readers have in spades as they dont know whats worth paying for any more..
or care about their kids.
As only lampooning the fakes ever slightly worked.... and even she admits I'm quite good at it..
even if i don't WANT to be
It's merely a trenching exercise (the hardest of all gardening jobs filling a trench with pure lovely 100% organic pony muck - "duck look thats personal service ....you even know the names of who's shit is in your bed working the magyc whist you sleep.." dig trench, 10 cm muck, dig next trench covering first with mean soil, ..repeat.. sleep )
wasting my time, as there are actually no Land Girls left even in The MArches..ok there were half a dozen there spied over the years but as one cannot say to ANY incame plastic flowergirl, " ehh... rural hinterlands even if the Swest aint one... RESOURCES.... competition for scant resources... signal, parking places outside you horseboat or cottage... affordable rents...tolerable bossladies, and last of all how to make it all actually sustainable... tail! .. fanny... muff... or Lúcia worthy of Love Actually.... four miserable old alcoholics for every babe left in The Marches - the reality of the stony ground even meaner soil than here...i had to plough for 25 years...their fake landbabes all run away to be nearer Harvey's Knicks as soon as well... their 'dream' home doesnt quite live up to the dreamcatcher version and it goes mouldy...
... for thirty years ..your Guardian never did a REAL article on the REAL problem...
I hope all my fake readers with fake time to unread my wise words ate a LOT of sugar over the last few decades and even if they have purged themselves and gone vegan now, you're fucked..
brain rot guaranteed...
Just wait until the poor immigrant workers figure out for sure where the holes are in your old folks home... and are so bored they use you for ...entertainment
