...really all, it all, is always about is old Soccers.
But ever since even a rather ok Frog tried to brand himself as people's philosopher running around with a bit of leather on his toes, i wouldn't know him, from Imaginary-Johny-came- later, Adam, as i have never watched sport (only exception using a sockit midsummer where i 'got' it)
nor done it...
I wouldn't know old Eric by sight if he were the wonderful taxi driver we - yes we, met at the Bridge of Lurchery. Whic an attentive browser of this road trip to nowhere as being nowhere is best, may be using as evidence of nutjobbery. Nope... i remember every loose end or unfinished tract...and that one was tossed in here almost a year ago, as truest tragedy, really.... the one sort of fine one. We meet and chat. Sporadically.
Even if afflicted with summer-wellie disease.
However.... a fairly sane chap same age, you realise there is no hope... at THE one park-up spot, space just for one, that's the very best of all for launching up into the hills.... " you'll live longer if you do 50km a week average - this upslope here is my fave just panty enough.... and loads of uv the stupid beeb 'doctor' may well have chucked out ALL the conjob supplements but he will still harp on genocidally, about getting a bit of it from a pill...nope!
science been crystal clear for a few years now.... the sunshine is not only a good dis'infectant' if you believe in them, when in fact that's really the wrong word despite it being the only Lowlander obsession, i have come to realise...
as about fifty percent of life on Earth is parasitical, if only they knew! they're in the majority... sucking dry their host, not quite killing it...
Basically that's the whole of capitalism all of 'spiritualism' why i am a spiritualismist, ooh that's good as i do have a note precisely to that effect, 'why spiritualismist' not that i actually care as theyre all dead being as i said " all summer i wandered up this byway, absolute most sublime hillock spot.... really... two or three a day at most ... file ita way for you and your Missus fine walking spots...ohhh you dont.... you just do your sweaty stuff at the gym...ahh i get it why you were sat in your swanky new vehicle .... all alone with your phone despite there being no signal here ....and didnt see my lil' friend approachin' you up your bum.... ...."
" can you have a word with him please sweeties if he's in there..."
" sure ... you know what i said last time we lurked up here together for a while...and now coming up out of the gorge on your bigjob like that frig me you're even more thrilling than the doggist i natter with these parts....
"mister ehh there's a lady behind you on her mount, shes sweetly gesturing if you could please pull forward and let her through, her nag is so Trojan horsey she cant slip through the space in the fence.... "
" oohhh hello ehh where....?"
" ehhh.. stood just behind you... politely waiting to be noticed...."
Talk about brownie points. Except there are only some special naggists i speak with.... " god what a true lovely saudade.... ... no neon, you are so beautiful up there without that ugly signage.... go girl.... and remember your beautiful enough without it...never let me see you not so beautiful... and its YOUR right of way so kick the cunts in their boots, if they argue with you...."
Anyway ... of course in a so dumbed down fizzy lil' nation, or rather 'people' even 'philosophy' became too big a word, several decades ago....
So where do we start? to loop back to some scenes missed out, not that any scene is done fully...yet. and how does one term the conditions, stupid Henry and all his 'deliberate' stuff, fuck that for a game of soldiers, to deliberately avoid EVERYone..and yet be drawn in to such fun, random, indeed life-iteself is in me and her bigjob, our flirty impossible, liaisons, with some...
and now to have even been of true service....
a real un-neoned one, alone in the hills knows that service is a two way street...
And i told her the lovely-Laura story... problem with Socrates is he had the 'meaning of life' to discover, via random didactic method, i guess, nope.... you dont set out to discover... or adventure..
You are only set out on not discovering anything, but telling many for years - ten actually, a little bit of ones 'story' - the appropriate bits, to THEM, which may just change their outlook a tad...
And that one story (i think it's in the duff 'the quest' mock up..) is surely the best of all...especially if ones equal communicant is on such a bigjob she feels at ease... with the perfect description of how being 'in control' is really for the faeries...
As their new baby half a decade ago i hope one day will be told in the story of how her life....came to be.
Now oops so... this atch really is in a way the best fun.... due the bounce. But that's for volume two... one day in about ten years theres so much to get down, into something just a lil' less obscurist...
As sadly i discovered one fact i didn't know: in the places where they really do all spout some or other 'modern' day democratic waffle... the one thing they all fear the most is some kind of authoritative objective, comment about any single one of ....them...
But that was silly me assuming something, that in fact they also didn't want to be like those truly awful kings Queens and their sad upchuckin' embarrassment (if one travelled the world the taxi drivers usual first 'go to' icebreaker after Maggie ousted) of a Princess, endless bitchy psychodrama, they don't have in fine Portugal or Romania or almost anywhere else...
You realise that in fact that is who 99% of them are deep down.... that is their 'mode' ... and why they arent revolutionarily revolted by all that sickening crap....on your tax payers dosh....
It's what you...want.
To be cont. Once a month of at least some filling in spaces presently 'safely' left blank. to DO!
