In the end I won...
As there is one thing better than Farmer Helen's 'fff' (friendly farmers finger - which is what the COOL peeps of the REAl rural 'Interlandia - define, 15 per km sq or below ) seven or eight years ago, which is a fhw... even if it took near a year! wow... it was impossible...
And it has gone and kicked me off the purest frequencial stride, ever.... i mean there's me being a happy tramp doing the latest fix...
ahhh it's coming back, ehhh... yes got it
The Great Find a Wide scandal
Wifeygate... (the quest a day or so back when the five thousand half dead fishies who read this - indeed i bet you're finrotted by your teflon fryin' pan so fatally that your eyes have also dropped out and you never read the warning on the vibrator either that stated crystal clear 'contains traces of PFAStoo' .. and that's unusable as well, as your fins..
In the old days one would be landlopeing around the land and indeed as Gabriel may have, spied one at a bridge or gate and 'ad a natter...
But fast forward a century or so the scandal is that you can't even dream of one who may be able to FIXTOO (she said she would if provided with the tools i of course have... but then 'community' isn't something in their Now... the real version: ok you can have my tool box - crammed with just enough real tools non wankymen need for most jobs.....now .......what are you going to mutually benefit me with in return.... " nope the end of the land as that's how the land started and always worked... )
Anyway...if she has decided to give me a fhw.... or really it should be a fh-bw... ferk I am unstoppable..
And may almost have some back protection... and a reason to, no...that would be unthinkable..
ohh yes the real thing has come back, so there you are having kidnapped a supreme mind, for six hours total, and can speak about ANYthing... even if all i really wanted to know, new 'data' wise, was " so what are they called..?" all the rest supremely interesting in being exactly what predicted, and also what NEXT...
anyway i was quite surprised to hear " there are the yummy mummies....." my recent Primrose-on-the-hill-on-the-hill... ehh (ohh that was to Ellie of course she won't reply shame as its better than anyone may assume) sort of didn't work for her....
.... anyway just as i had pondered, but never dared to pluck out of my dreamcatcher made at Womad so everyone can see ....
You have an actual 'barrista' [ i hope that's word-police compliant as if she had been English she would have me arrested for just saying hello can i help you.... ] working for some years at THE actual Source Totnes could never dream of becoming, serving them their Kopi Luwak LAtte topped with freshly foraged dolphin jism...in THE source ..
Who sees through them perfectly, and it does get complicated when they are all merging 'place' wise, Hackney outdoing Totness at Toty.. throw in some Glastonbury... a bit of mouldy black mould infested Hay-on-wye ... send em on a drug awareness course at Gweek, so they know who has the most elite Yahooasker to pass the vomvom sick-bucket, sanctuary, at 5 grand an upchuck as its in the only one place in some South American swamp where one shamaniac once second sighted the Feds moving in from up the coas so high tailed it to live another defraudulent day.... which can be booked through whatever portal is open on the side of his big fat fuck-me horseboat..
anyway i really DID think there would be a word, in the vernacular, the baristas's slang...for whom she is even more of an expert on than I...
Surely Lil Miss How to kill your family managed one... evejn if her awful editor I am sure, or with her daeddy issues we discover all along that a man had been 'directing' her.... rather a disappointment as no FROG serial killer would be so self-sexist...
Anyway later... it will take me a day to recover which is a shame as theres rather a lot ion the can, especially THE ONE THING that i bet Eckheart never tells you about and its all you actually need, and want...
