All i really want, just the safe space to forget them all....
Whom (i still don't know when to use their silly 'm' ) stare and, sadly even Cecile wouldn't know....
the meaning of life is, always, ask someone who is the VERY last person on the planet you would expect to tell you anything interesting, a question...and in the Uttermost worst shithole in the planet intellectually, (the 'Welsh' border going through it infact their rugger ground paid for by the EU, in their very big snazzy hardly-used, community centre, paid for by the EU, even if they weren't very grateful and voted ferk off 'n die.... and let him speak into your interviewing machine... four years ago.
Even if i need to break free of timeline, now, as not one thing has changed in twenty years...
(other than what's in the hillock walk of an audio yesteraft if i remember)
And you're all addicted to " but what is 'now' and datestamped 'today' ...."
as am i in a way as all i care about is showing no way does anyone ever for one second get me down...
as my daily chronicles (i only share a quickest unedited highlights) do
Now... having established " so what do you do in Germany then...?" they'll give a visa to any Tom Dick and Harry, except me, as long as he has a big job...
which really even back then, 1983 or thereabouts, to work as puddle jumping trainer, for this little ultra sick control freak Mister bouncy Fairclough ....
Every other word that came out of his (i am still traumatised by his saccharine painted on smile) horrid little mouth - little as he was also remarkably short so i guess needed all sorts of extensions..
"well when i was in the squadron....
Anyway that's history..of such an irrelevent aisle.. (its interesting how many commentariat are joining in with me and becoming really rather rude about " what does this silly little shopping Aisle that lost it's empire 70 or 80 years ago and is bankrupt... [AND has a far higher percentage of its national debt owned by international money lenders than almost any other country in the world, double that of USA i believe,,, and them foreign debt collectors may not quite as arm twistable than the one who they went to Eton with..] ..think it is..?...all it can manage is to pretend to prop up some ex comedian pumped up little prick managing to singlehandedly murder off his own people... when treaty long ago would have saved arms and their dynamited faces.. " never mind on just about any international matter.
anyway... there we were in the unused large computer room of the EU funded major 'hub'...
" well i was in fact sergeant major of the big one..i was THE guy who told THE guys when to drop THE bombs...from my lead vulcan..."
" RIGHTY HO... THAT DOESN'T IMPRESS ME ... [OOPS ACC CAP we were infact planning a joint rescue mission for his lass in a pickle having run out of Prozac in some far off land she a concert performer pianist if memory serves... which is often perfect but these 'type a' daddies all the same ferk their daughter's in the head as sure as ferrits are ferrits... so I'm sure she was sadly useless....] .. tell me THE one interesting thing about you and Mrs Madwoman living in in Krautland... all those years...?[he still did]"
" ehhh....well in fact it is this..... we moved out of mitary fascist HQ and bought a fairly decent largeish house in a truly Disney little hamlet - chocolate box stuff.. classic bourgeoisie VERY VERY decent neighbours everyone so perfectly behaved always a perfect 'community'.... anyway they have a large community centre very well used.... all sorts of wonderful well behaved lil' community things most days.... making perfect little knitted dolls of Saint Nicholas or whatever was on the very very organised PLAN....schedule.... map.... or ....
" But every friday evening ...at a civilised time as many of us are middle aged... seven o'clock perraps....
" an orderly queue would form at the way in....
for an evening of natural no coyness group sex ......i tell you more besrk than even their great punky Queen
