This was snapped to remind me of the one.... s...plural.
By way of the others a week back, who i at least told the story, the full version...
" so there i was on a red alert day not even sweating on the last Bigjob happier than a pig in a poke ....
[one of several clips made ONLY for one, who had her kid-jobby youth - on the jobs with dad from maybe four logs,....grass... etc destroyed by the psycho towny, 'clan]
and on red alert day there i was trying to finish off by four so utterly done in not by the heat but i hadn't had time to pop into any cheapershop....
and by 2pmish was so energy depleted time to grab a few raw eggs from the couple of dozen that had been liberated six weeks earlier no fridge baking hot for weeks....
....and as i got to the third cracking the top chuck it down in one as speed was essential that day .... the moment it was raised to my noze... i could smell it the pong of rotten eggs but it was too late already the flow, the speed is motion meant it was in my gob....
and immediately i just knew ok that's it ive just committed the big one off the big cliffs of NW Cornyshire... [the lifeboat lot told me thats where they go, do a propper job of the big end times job, at least... .....] ... I was guaranteed to have all those bugs...[i never knew until 2 weeks back they are utterly obsessed with - dont care about the Prozac piss or as in the river Wye - me putting in the 'big test' - its full of diabetes medicine and do toxins from the toxins humans put on the poor things....so said the Gold medal top standard testin'....]
one hundred percent a dead parrot....
.... and what dyer know i never even did a whiffy fart... constitution of a normal human.... my personal immunity must have been bolstered by several years of their truly toxic seas.....
anyway...a few weeks later i am wandering the hills, only a tin of old tomatoes in my pack and having guzzled that to keep me going literally thirty minutes later i could feel real toxins absolutely doing what that egg had so failed.... half hour later legs started to go to jelly... started to make my audio will not that i have owt but mauybe some passwords.... or my words may be lost forever all you want from some buddy no hope even the religious madpeople dont know what 'society' is any more.... anyway i miraculously survived.... for a few days after though had very weird black tarry shit....
when i got back to my tincan, and got the offending tin can out of my pack, i had assumed i would see what i never look at anyway, it was a decade past its sell by date.... but no...only a week after the date they're all obsessed with..... musty have been some random damage to that tin....
death by Liddl.... hahh hahh...."
Anyway tourists.... no good to man nor dog....
BUT....when earlier in the year one befriends over some weeks months indeed.....
A van couple - him wonderful! (a foreigner) ....super long info chats where to park up where to get water from etc etc...
And then midsummer one day you are walking into the water tap and there is Mrs Van...[ one could hear their extremely expensive huge solar array and 'leisure' battery about ten thousand watts if one ever was within 10m of them them plugging away on her online grift] one of those who has been all over the world even on mummy's L'Oreals... but at least one does learn a little solidarity, honour ... wholesomeness, in that mode of life " ehh up....
[censored bit for now].... i was hoping to come across one of you.... I am a bit desperate for what i have earned with HOURS of giving you the info.... ten mins plugged in to your array...."
" yea sure...of course.... [even more censored bit, for now...] ... i'll rendez vous with you outside that pub there in ten minutes just got to pop in for something...."
Having been told in no uncertain terms that A her bloke is superb and i don't enjoy blokes much, and B only women at least 25 years older than her are mildly desirable ...
I just don't understand... she never makes it.... nor calls..... well i sat there an hour waiting the words that were said with SUCH plenishy ashraminess....
The one most symbolic 'moment' of three dull years... there being actual 'honour' among the actual vanlivers.... the 'nomads' and all that...as long long we had chatted about...
And i never ever ask for ANYthing...until i have forward-paid up front with solid gold....
and even then only rarely....
There is no hope among the next generation only of course as their parents failed to ....
The more i enjoyably ponder, i realise it's this thing of go anywhere within fifty KM of a Guardian....or Totnes or Hay or all thos eplaces, they ALL say 'i don't watch the telly..' as instavirtue signalage...
Now i didnt have a telly from 25 years ago due having a child.... and furthermore from 2004 lived in a place up in the hills with no FM signal ever not even close....so couldn't watch one even if i had wished to...
other than for extremely rare special occasions such as the Doctor being regenerated as a babe, of course lass must watch that as it happens so a very old portable would be put in our van and we would plonk ourtselves on Hay Bluff 7 km away around the other side of those hillocks...
as an 'occasion' - about once a year.... and it was wonderful to be part of some 'event' for kiddo
But other than that rare treat, never... though a good dvd once a fortnight Eternal Spotlight my lass followed closer than i did I am so thick had to keep asking her to explain the plot to me even her age 7
Anyway i never realised just how much they lie....all of them.... just how deeply into their fake souls all that really horrid angsty bleak telly - White Lotus (i watched for research purposes las summer) had driven them to become a separate species to myself....
I knew age about 16 or maybe 18.. his stupid Shining was a bucket of blood too far and have never watched a 'horror, film of any horror telly...
And then the others really sick Twin Peaks everyone else was addicted to really fucked humanity for good especially of twinned with EAstenders...
So despite them performatively denying it just a whole country who were bought up on the sickest crappest telly ever... which did in fact frazzle their souls intpo p[ermanent angstiness...
below the painted on upper middle class smiles ...and bad books such as Winterings..or H is For HAwk making a psychodrama out of a routine dad death....
Thats who they are..... as one can only know when one knows one aint them...
Anyway mustn't grumble....
As the FABULOUS youngster said yesetereve... to " muvva of all recessions already started... "
" wow i think we need one of them to ... sort us out!"
" wow how are YOU so wise....and right even if i am the ultimately recessed person already i wouldnt want it any other way..... so tell me about your dad...."
