opps wrong photo its on my special jpgs to reprise i thought it was the magnificent Zemyatin... i almost feel like reading that again rather than the one tough one left, them Brothers...so i havent read " all of central European books translated into the Mong language" i lie
not at all really, its really just the GORGEOUS directness and simple honesty
" i have a very good memory"
gets an instant retort " well you are dangerous then.."
But with such smiley equality jokily HUMANLY
No English can or dare do any more.
Never mind her "well before you say anything critical about my peeps.... [ what was that self pitying line - her having been infected by the Southwestershire Lowlander self pitying disease about coming from somewhere that no longer exists, me ive never had any home 'land' to exist in, knowing the so called family spread was just a place to spread around fancy shopping bags, off we go! ] ..Britain should be in the queue at The Hague, in front of ....[wherever doeasnt exist any more]"
But THEY exist in a far far better state
than any in this sorry state.
(as per audios the last 7 days - very good ones if i say so myself)
Anyway 'soviet' economics well at least they wont have had that issue so much of the economy of rural lands long ago became set to incomer disease of women rightly wishing some autonomy to have their own motor and go to the garage alone where the bloke working there often alone and rather lonesome will nevertheless put aside his natural bent and rip her off above the going rate..
which then of course becomes a nasty little addiction, too..
Never mind the way humans really are is they are set to their formative years setting and if they are raised in an environment (psychologically, subtly) of women being lesser in certain respects they will rip them off for beer money which in my book is disrespect..
HOW...ever... its the whole lloony tunes thing thinking that people change, much...
or are nice behind their smiles:
landlords especially if female (like Esther as 100 tenants of Horrorfordshire also would attest) play mind games they are so bored deven of their 5 grand number plate on the latest seventy five grand audio...in her case a his and a hers...
...and PICK ON female tenants AND solo male ones..
And solo males are known as easy fodder.... fuck them around, about their slave work for whichever Jenny come lately ex office worker, Memsaabs her way around the village - her plenishy semi retirement home ....
via her charm...
as without a wife to hiss at them in the grocers " why did you rip off my husband booking him for work when you say he is a supreme worker... and then not even have the propriety to alter your booking ... you b*tch..." is the nature of things...working
I dont mind the rough and tumble but it is the 100% stalinist MAoist Kafkaesque denial of reality
That so so so amuses me
So my life is one of endless funny private comedies
For twenty years it was more interesting then
Twenty ago..
As sometimes there was hope or at least potentiality
" this one bucks the trend....is honest with me"
But only the Former Soviets are actually honest at least privately to me.
In jokey terms....
But jokes aside, the best line ever almost better than Former Titoist
" in my block/ commie town upbringing... my mum the hairdresser was paid by the government inn her government job she loved and was at it every morn from 7.. three times more than dad a hero of The Soviet Union engineer...."
" god that's interesting... nobody ever writes these INTERESTING real recent enough things about their societies..its all cloak dagger spying and pain....
" i bet that's why women from Former Sov places under their skirts are so well esteemed as they didnt have that thing: 'go and tart around being a hairdresser thats all you are good for.... ' half the Watford girls were told even by their teachers..."
Thing is... why dont they DEMAND their real interesting truths are published into books or songs
rather than a self pitying false version all they're ever stereotyped as its a 100% perversion
sweet little fruit picking girly comes to pick Horrorfordshire fruit and thus finds herself in The West
THESE are NOT my recent last few weeks of interesting objective reflections...in handwritten notes
all i care about is the sun spots a stupid sucker of a pathetic little planetary event and decides our time is up.... and gets flaring for real...
before i actually finish off my splendid recent reflections as there's no point nobody can even stay still enough all that butterflying around to sup at one little plenishing flower
At least Former Sovs know that its better out than in....
But did one of them know that the default to "poor us we had nothing in our youth.." is terribly interesting even if the infection has taken hold even in her....and doesnt interest me as it's not true. Go and therapise Gweek with such nonsense. Most Sov peeps had far far tighter family/community....so her moaning doesn't make sense!
But it does mean she is still in'complete' despite her protestations she is in the right place.
And shouldn't yet be pimping 'therapy'.
That is actual honesty
And means there is an odyssey still to do...behind her fine smiley face
And Oddysseys do rather take away
from the otherwise endless samey day-to-day
cant and vanity
...all one hears
In their Lowlands
