Sadly nobody seems to follow through or up ...
And even if i will jokey note to the fabulous violent one that I am 'fascist bossy boots' and would wish to be in charge of her winterings fitness program, no smartwatch (my my they can't walk a hundred metres without looking at them or TALKING about whats in them loudly just on a wander in very UNDERWHELMING hillock foothills...) no walkingboots needed
So yes on the wireless (here just for you at fastesterupload atch) .... at 0635, as i said to the violent whackjob poetess... " well half of my riff is intellectual..." of course guaranteed to get any English one even an ex lion tamer, violently running away...
As heralded here a week or ten days back, in audio for now.... " the ferrkkin ejits who run, academise and lanyardate social policy..... and then retire into Dooneshire so ferrrkkkin smug it's the most gorgeous poetry of all time....
If they streamlined means testing into one river for the bottom third, run by just one gaggle of fatarsed lanyards and then everyone in the next third up its up to them if they dip in or out for say a year ... then top third can go and dream data cantre investment ops in Chaiinahhh... then it would save YOU a huge amount of having to pay for lanyards..."
Which is basically what they cannot say on the wireless about the fact that "eckerslike its going to get complicated in January when your energy cap may well have to be raised twenty five percent .. but we cant work out how to give relief to some who will die of the icicles jabbed in their eyes...."
Which any actual intellectual did figure out a decade back and endlessly tell the stupid Mormon who had a seat at the table next to Gazza in the Marches county councils.. AND time and money to attempt to put his oar in... with great future proofing policy from yours truly
All for free.... and as usual i was right. He will never admit of course as 'god' missed out that bit in the instructions him too busy being 'an angry god' just to shut the ferrrkk up and listen...
to what good works could be done, here, now, in this dimension, where 'he' should be sent to an illegal immo camp, to learn some sex equality, AND pipe down until s/he is less angry and does a biot of actual here and now good works or ferrkkkk off back to the boatstabby man's channel and go and try angering some other fake religion....
(i think the Krauts got it: " i love immos... my only lass is half immo...but surely the definition of 'classic liberalism' or social democrat with a touch of commie - thats the communitarian part of it, I accept one hundred percent that at least seventy percent don't want for now any more immos and thus if i were to harp on about how my only three truly enjoyed peeps in the last decade are two halfies - one or other parent off the nana boat from the 'subcontinent', and then one off the nana boat running away from Sarajevo I would be in fact inviting in Nigel to be the next Steve Bannon copy cat so called bossman... even if married to a fine Kraut... lets just say that as they should have done with all 'worship' which includes poisoning lil' Moonflower-infants's head with jostic fumes or Tarrot cards, or rather in that case can we have a century long moratorium on it all whist we sort out her-his's garden .. as they are fakes when it comes to looking after what her/him built .... so we should also accept that most people want a moratorium of sorts on the nanas boating thgis way and anyway things rather moved on when the fine Euros started to put their K9s around the borders so as to clamp down too.... and thus its also over over there bit by bit but nobody will tell that simple fact of life to the Teapotists theyll have enough of a job at the scanners as they go to the brothels of Benidorm so don't you think those raggety's are going to realise that game is rather up, in time, gradually.... "
Anyway all i care about is my own blatant skinism.... as over the years, especially the last three, I have realised that the Northern Irish really are some of the great minds and spirits. And a fine one of them in the hills - skinny too, her the only one met on the quiet hillock walk of 10km, all summer - a wonderful encounter, giving her down to earth property choice advisories... bet she won't have listened.. but i asked, " so i hear that some Northerrrnnn Iiirisher babes are writing some good alive no moaning fiction, no Joho Moyes off to Zurich when The frog equivalent
in REAL life... written two years earlier, goes and gets earwanking so as to clear the tubes so as he can unbeknown to him, get fast breeding from his wheelchair a bit later on... all it took was a violent cunt FAR too fast driving bastard to NOT pity him...and make, not ask, errata, MAKE him live on by 'Drissing' him - my patent invention.... which means do what he OBVIOUSLY needs but is too wimp to do it imself...
.... [ i did write in to Esther Inc - indeed two promulgated contacts, offering to do the driving, having heard her moan on the wireless couple weeks back that rightly they won't let any Brit pull their own plug out the sockit yet....but even her ghost, ghosts you] ..is this true?"
And I am reliably informed tis true that indeed them Northerrrnn Irishes have at least began some kind of next phase even if confined to the slightly more intellectually advanced regions and that some coastal or further afield places are still stuck in the retardant times...
Anyway proof of total blindness and lifelong prejudice.... one fact of life is never seek any audience ever with anyone, unless she loves her violence, and smiles so as she dominates, via her whckin'....(along to the king of fakes, Iron Maiden gadzooks!) if they are in any way associated with the creation of music. It is one hundred percent guaranteed to go to their heads.... and rot it, like an untreatable cancer ... if they spent the rest of life headbutting the mirror theyre addicted to, in private, they couldn't dislodge it, so as they can ever think any original thought, of their own.....
Or just intelligently critique the status quo - especially their Xanax habit as they board a mere hairyplane...
(in other words lesson one is accept ones mortality - none can even manage that! One cannot live until one has entirely accepted death and ideally had a dance with the sneaky bastard, over a few years, from Jan 2016, in my previous dwelling - far colder and damper than any piece of piss Southern vanwinter...)
But how can i possibly even think of myself as complete or even 'centred' or at peace when chatting with a few truly enjoyable Northerrrnn Irisherrs... the last few years " i realised your lot really were special... great minds.. Sean McP... even my sort of friend John Junk bookseller on the front line.... and a few others... VAn the Man of course..... tries, to have his own mind.... told Hay festival on stage they were all such a bunch of' ferrkkinnn rude Ruperts ' - the management that is he was neverr comin back in a month of Bloody sundays i heard it live...sadly he wasn't quite so authentic as he fakes...
But anyway of many ignored at airports - the special door.. even a horrid lil' child kidnapper I am far too related to had Rod the Sod at one of her birthday party receptions, merely as The Rat - her brother, had sucked up to the worst musician in the world, who could in turn get any celeb they wanted at their parties.... i forget which birthday of hers, he was so forgettable...
I had to laugh when he boasted of being Phil Colins's - the second worst musician in the world's ...new buddy and spending time with him and his Missus
Anyway... among many ignored as one sought the actual human beings - the cleaning ladies or even 'cigarette girls' prowling, as their sorts of nightclubs would still have them, when any decent modern egalitarian nightclub had put up a sign in about 1976 saying if you want a pack of fags well you know where the machine is !!
But the only one ever actually enjoyed even if too briefly.. the one and only musicman one felt was not lost in the space between his upper and lower colon...
was the Mong from that troubled Borderlands... whom in a pretty wise interview with him i heard maybe a decade back spoke of how the conflict, argy bargin with those who would do him down for a bit 'o tar....,
Anyway yes the orverwhelm... its so underwhelmin' the way it ... just stops all. In EVERYone ...that's the first step in any cure - the destigmata in accepting ferrkkin all have it....
Except me.... so i guess everyone merely drowns in envy
