Now... Ms Atch... a real one who paints it, on the fake bohomobiles... the ten grand ones, all for show..

 Truth true beauty

" they even want the underfloor area  of their fake gyppo wagons painted in gold...!!

" and one of them had me for a picnic aside one of them and as we laid on the grass said 'look up... you can see it glittering above us'..." 

She didn't know....

The supermodels flouncin' past us ....

Some have had their eyes on me some time...

The true flouncer - i rather like, ish.... flounced past with a bottle in hand.... seeing the two of us fabulously tanned sharing a pouch and her chox...

and REAL "community" randomly

Was that look a look of envy..?

Anyway.... ive no interest in the Lowlands other than for  very dull photojournalistic minds eye  entertainment, and a bit of Pueblo...  

Anyway the perfect conversation...

 " our year of coming of age well i know how I came of age! ferk me Margret's  gusher 

that summer

Just me and her at a distance me baking in the sun wityh a few books in the wildflower meadow next to hers....

" i mean what paradise impossible to repeat....

" it started with  

 number one biggest hit enough to drive anyone to an early death....

" and as if it was a cleansing...  a great burning off of all the  vilenessiness....

" and then we had the simply superb Survivor.... about pacifism in the face of marauding Mad MAxwells.... even if whatisface the one in the leather jerkin set a tone - rather Camden Market  not so good in his flouncey leather jerkoffs  

" and the likes of me and my mates ..or maybe one as lonely country boys are lucjy to even have a half...

we were blissing out to nice fluffy Steve and his hurdy gurdy...

" anyway... and then ... well.....   i mean what a greatest ever year in history the answer to Master Tolle a REAL ... true powerful ... grown up bigboy...... 'NOW'....

" right.... NOW..." ..

" how could one not be terrified for the harbinger of, we had no idea what...next never mind that unfortunately a Great Serbian mind didn't actually understand the fake dump I was deported to....

"nineteen ninety two...

" even if it used to be able to laugh at itself...

" but that year or them few...

" meant to have cleansed me even you a real pukka one...

" of all our pomp flounce circumstance

"and performative dance...

"and then just when you were half driven mad by the true genius of Siouxsi and her performative scowl a real one no Serb could even pretend to..

" an even truer genius came along  ten times better than ....[ok its a good film ... especially on his awful mother ... 

 and it being not very good for you not faking grief at her funeral...]

" anyway....  just when the culture couldnt get any better never mind talk about the biggest schitzo hot and cold in one year

".... and we are sitting on our sofa edges every Sunday wating for the lovely Lorna...

  " along comes the greatest philosophy of all time EVERYONE knew was two dimensional and ... deep.... 

 and an obvious splendid intellectual commentary on all that will come.... sadly they hadnt been force fed in  even the Tito lands ..... "