now...having earned one of the rare goody 1%ers ("dad where do those naughty one percents come from.." still the wisest line in history even moreso than the supermodel's 4 year old " mum what are the 'issues' everyone is always talking about?" causing that last taboo to be bust: chatting up supermodels - poor things nobody dares! after we both wet ourselves a few cafe tables apart, becoming infact mutually bonded buddies over his so wonderful observation, and it turns out that SM worked with younguns and also knew you...have NO hope! you've Affluenzad all of em.... )
soon
All i know is that in February 2024 i gibbered a man....a fine man; the man who became in the tough year my most beloved man:
" blahh blahh... yes i can see now all lawyers are utterly mad, and even Jeremy Jenkins my so called barrister was mad and when for example the finest rare example of a decent Londoner
who would go into hades and get to know his client's quirks... as a necessary way to do HIS job.... JJ can't even be (2003) bothered despite a celeb case....
And of course was godfather of that English woman....
(was this some revenge on me for not being crucified by her? - the only man who wasn't, by her)
now you will think misery and babe stuff...
NOPE that's the first time i have ever even seen the sexy Frances - i knew she was a flighty sext type when we would natter on her phone.... but never imagined i may see her aint this tiube wonderful!.... her and I battled alone against the Straw man 2009 through her rag.....
email that eve.... prior publication "simon...i do NOT [ you could FEEL the St Trinnians head girl in her fizzing with hate, between each keystroke] respond well to blackmail [sic]..."
THE most beautiful words ever an English woman can email you
BUT, A finest one of them all does exactly what she is told by a superior mind and wins her great accolades by writing in her 'newspaper of record' she's the legal ed of The Times of London... next day exactly what i told errrrr....
But of course STILL ends up liar liar panties a smoulderin'
" thank you that was a successful piece... stirred up a few of their smelly old jocjkstraps....i owe you lunch one day my man"
And never even following up with " when you next in town..?"
Now.. the key number one to the overwhelm and all of mindfulness is to be able to TRUST your own words....
Me to IAn MAckay that early 2004 day " i will defo book you to be my lay legal man for the hearing early next week.... it's 99%.... let me confirm later in the week... just in case some small personal issue [lie - overwhelmed, stuck blowing a fuse, frozen with fear] causes a delay and i can't take you on......."
One never calls him...and thus the booking he could have sought helping out some other victim of justice albeit at £100 a day but worth every penny.... he didn't. And thus my INnaction caused him to suffer...
TO BE CONT...with lots of painful stuff that show just how mean my thousands of readers are and what i have to do to not even survive but save my writings..... not for me, for you
when i am on the ultimate skinned teeth edge, vomiting the teeth residue over the cliff edge every morn to try and attract a passing albatross to bump it on its head so as to have something to eat
but i wouldnt have one second any different, ever, thanks...
